Wrote plays such as Romeo and Juliet, Julius Ceasar, A midsummer's night dream, Macbeth, Hamlet, Merchant of Venice, and the Temptest.
"To be or not to be, --that is the question:--
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?"
-- From Hamlet (III, i, 56-61)
A guy that makes absolutely no sense, but is cool anyway.
William Shakespeare is the man even though I have no clue what the hell he's saying!
Hated by English students worldwide.
He is supposed to be the greatest playwright to have ever lived in spite of being in dire need of a spell check
WARNING: Shakespeare may be safe or even beneficial when consumed in homeopathic quantities, but can cause permanent brain damage in larger doses.
William Shakespeare: Much Ado About Nothing.
In a word, genius. Born in Straford-Upon-Avon, England in the 1500s, he wrote plays for Queen Elizabeth. Next to the Bible, his works are the most quoted and alluded to ever. Some of his works include Romeo and Juliet, Julius Caesar, Twelth Night, Hamlet, Midsummer's Night Dream, Macbeth, King Lear, and Othello
William Shakespeare is the quintessential English author/playwright
An absolute Genius! The greatest person to ever write plays.
An absolute Genius indeed he is!
a wierd dude that writes plays
william shakespreare is weird.
A man from history that wrote plays pomes and other things that you can barly understand and half the words sound made up.
The Tragedy of Macbeth
by William Shakespeare
SCENE I. A desert place.
Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
That will be ere the set of sun.
Where the place?
Upon the heath.
There to meet with Macbeth.
I come, Graymalkin!
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
SCENE II. A camp near Forres.
Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant
What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.
This is the sergeant
Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil
As thou didst leave it.
Doubtful it stood;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald--
Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him--from the western isles
Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth--well he deserves tha...