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“This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine.” — The Tempest, Act 5, Scene 1

Thinking about Hamlet 😩😩😩

To be or not to beeeeeeeeeeeee

Would it be a pseudonym or several authors?

There are still doubts about the true identity of one of the greatest writers (or writers) in universal literature and the greatest in the English language......

Just watched king lear in the Egyptian National theatre.

Theatre and watching plays 🎭 is my passion now

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Moonlit Night

The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night. ~William Shakespeare #moon #moonlight #shakespeare

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Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow

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These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die like fire and gunpowder in which as they kiss consumes.

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I would watch all of them

What A Piece of Work is Dog!

What a piece of work is dog! How silly in reason? How dumb in faculty? In form and in moving how floppy and uncoordinated? In action, who's a good boi? In apprehension, how like a friend? #poetry #poems #shakespeare #dog #dogs (edited)

Two households, both alike in dignity

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

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Actually it should be “Lesbian The Scottish Play”

Hamlet; Act 5 Scene 1

Let me see. Alas, poor CP3O. I knew him, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy...

Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.

Antony and Cleopatra (edited)

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic

Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.

The course of true love never did run smooth; But, either it was different in blood, O cross! too high to be enthrall’d to low. Or else misgraffed in respect of years, O spite! too old to be engag’d to young. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends, O hell! to choose love by another’s eye.

The course of true love never did run smooth; But, either it was different in blood, O cross! too high to be enthrall’d to low. Or else misgraffed in respect of years, O spite! too old to be engag’d to young. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends, O hell! to choose love by another’s eye.

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.