Shakespeare
People note exceptional verbal wit, psychological depth, and emotional range of English playwright and poet William Shakespeare, who included such historical works as
Richard II
, comedies like
Much Ado about Nothing
, and such tragedies as
Hamlet
,
Othello
, and
King Lear
and also composed 154 sonnets before people published posthumously
First Folio
, which collected and contained edition of 36 plays in 1623.
He and Anne Hathaway, his wife, married in 1582.
Forest of Arden, a formerly very extensive wooded area, north of Stratford-upon-Avon of central England provided the setting for
As You Like It
of Shakespeare.
People widely regard William Shakespeare (baptized 26 April 1564) as the greatest writer in the language and the pre-eminent dramatist of the world. They often call him simply the national "bard of Avon." Surviving writings consist of 38 dramas, two long narratives, and several other books. People translate them into every major living language and performed them most often.
Anne bore him Susanna Shakespeare, and twins Hamnet Shakespeare and Judith Shakespeare. Between 1585 and 1592, he began a successful career in London as an actor, writer, and part-owner of the Lord Chamberlain's Men, the company, later known as the King's Men.
Shakespeare wrote throughout the span of his life. He started writing in 1589 and afterward averaged 1.5 dramas a year. From 1590, Shakespeare produced most of his known literature. He early mainly raised genres to the peak of sophistication and artistry before 1601. Next, he wrote mainly Macbeth and similar dramas, considered some of the finest examples in the language, until 1608. In his last phase, he wrote also known romances and collaborated until 1613.
He apparently retired to Stratford around 1613, where he died three years later on day of Saint George, his 52nd birthday. Few records of private life of Shakespeare survive with considerable speculation about such matters as his sexuality, religious beliefs, and whether he wrote all attributed literature.
People inscribed many books of varying quality and accuracy during his lifetime, and in 1623, two of his former theatrical colleagues issued all but two now recognized dramas of Shakespeare. Shakespeare, the great master of language and literature authentically wrote not all that people attribute.
People respected Shakespeare in his own day, but his reputation rose to its present heights not until the nineteenth century. The romantics in particular acclaimed genius of Shakespeare, and the Victorians hero-worshiped him with a reverence that George Bernard Shaw called "bardolatry." In the 20th century, new movements in scholarship and performance repeatedly adopted and rediscovered his dramas. People consistently perform and reinterpret his highly popular dramas today in diverse cultural and political contexts throughout the world.
“Tradução livre por Rodrigo Suzuki Cintra Quando meu amor jura que é feita de verdade,Eu acredito nela, apesar de saber que é mentira,Ela deve pensar que sou qualquer moço sem idadeQue não conhece de fato como o mundo gira.Assim, inutilmente acreditando que ela me acha jovem,Apesar de saber que meus melhores dias já não voltam mais,Simplesmente eu acredito em suas palavras que me comovem,Na medida em que a verdade não nos satisfaz.Mas por que ela não admite ser desonesta?E por que não admito ser um homem idoso?O melhor do amor é ser hábito que ninguém protesta,Pois mentir no amor é sempre mais gostoso: Nos deitamos em nossas mentiras, eu com ela e ela comigo E na mentira do amor nós encontramos abrigo.”
“I will not yield,To kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet,And to be baited with the rabble's curse.Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane,And thou opposed, being of no woman born,Yet I will try the last. Before my bodyI throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,And damn'd be him that first cries, 'Hold, enough!”
“you have not succeeded until you are finished”
“O good Horatio, what a wounded name,Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!If thou didst ever hold me in thy heartAbsent thee from felicity awhile,And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,To tell my story. . .O, I die, Horatio;”
“No, I am that I am, and they that levelAt my abuses, reckon up their own;I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel.--Sonnet 121”
“Scars remind us that the past was real..”
“Something wicked this way comes”
“Observe him, for the love of mockery”
“An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.”
“Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow as seek to quench the fire of love with words.”
“Against an oath; the truth thou art unsure.”
“We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.”
“I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit”
“Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.”
“Well said, old mole!”
“No longer mourn for me when I am deadthan you shall hear the surly sullen bell give warning to the world that I am fled from this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: nay, if you read this line, remember not the hand that writ it, for I love you so, that I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,if thinking on me then should make you woe. O! if, I say, you look upon this verse when I perhaps compounded am with clay, do not so much as my poor name rehearse; but let your love even with my life decay; lest the wise world should look into your moan, and mock you with me after I am gone.”
“What wound did ever heal but by degrees?”
“He kills her in her own humor.”
“You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand, such as i am. Though for myself alone I would not be ambitious in my wish to wish myself much better, yet for you I would be trebled twenty times myself, a thousand times more rich, that only to stand high in your accunt I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends, exceed account. But the full sum of me is sum of something, which, to term in gross, is an unlessoned girl, unschooled, unpracticed; happy in this, she is not yet so old but she may learn; happier than this, she is not bred so dull but she can learn; happiest of all, is that her gentle spirit commits itself to yours to be idrected as from her lord, her governor, her king. Myself, and what is mine, to you and yours is now converted. But now I was the lord of this fair mansion, master of my servants, queen o'er myself; and even now, but now, this house, these servants, and this same myself are yours, my lord's. I give them.”
“So dear I love him that with him, All deaths I could endure. Without him, live no life”
“Who was it that thus cried? why? worthy thane, you do unbend your noble strength to think so brainsickly of things.Go get some water and wash this filthy witness from your hand.Why did you bring these daggers from the place?They must lie there. Go carry them and smear the sleepy grooms with blood." lady macbeth”
“O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!My tables, — meet it is I set it down, 115That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;At least I’m sure it may be so in Denmark: [Writing.So, uncle, there you are. Now to my word;”
“For raging wind blows up incessant showers”
“What showers arise, blown with the windy tempest of my heart”
“Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.”
“Hath Romeo slain himself? Say thou but ay,And that bare vowel ay shall poison moreThan the death-darting eye of cockatrice.I am not I,if there be such an ay,Or those eyes shut,that make thee answer ay:If he be slain say ay,or if not,no:Brief sounds,determine of my weal or woe.”
“Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till by broad spreading, it disperses to naught.”
“Who would fardels bear, To groan and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus, conscience does make cowards of us all;”
“Foul whisperings are abroad”
“She has vowed never to love: and that vow means I must endure a living death.”
“The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.”
“Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.”
“And jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops...”
“I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,Unworthy as I am, to follow you.What worse place can I beg in your love,--And yet a place of high respect with me,--Than to be used as you use your dog?”
“A fool and his words are soon parted”
“Like madness is the glory of this life.”
“What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,That he should weep for her?”
“One man in his time plays many parts”
“From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;They are the books, the arts, the academes,That show, contain and nourish all the world.”
“That truth should be silent I had almost forgot. (Enobarbus)”
“What are you doing sister? / Killing swine. ”
“She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.”
“God hath given you one face, and you make yourself another.”