William Shakespeare was born in Stratford-upon-Avon, England on
April 23, 1564. He most likely attended King Edward VI Grammar School in
Stratford, where he learned Latin grammar and literature. In 1582, he married
26 year-old Anne Hathaway at the age of 18. In 1583, William’s first child,
Susanna was born. In 1585, he had twins, Hamlet and Judith. Between 1589 and
1590, William is believed to have written his first play, Henry VIII (part I).
The next year, he completed the second part of the play.
By 1592, William had begun a career as a playwright in London.
Two years later, he was an actor and part-owner of a playwright company, Lord
Chamberlain’s Men. The company was successful and was adopted by King James I.
It was then renamed The King’s Men. By this time, William was well-known
throughout the London theater world. In 1594, historians believe he wrote The Taming of the Shrew, a famous comedy in which a character
named Petruchio wins a bet for having the most “obedient” wife. The next year,
in 1595, William wrote some of his most famous stories including A Midsummer’s Night Dream and Romeo and Juliet. A Midsummer’s Night Dream is a romantic comedy about four lovers
and a group of amateur actors, and their interaction with fairies who live in a
moonlit forest. Historians believe it was written for a royal wedding. Romeo and Juliet is arguably the most famous love story
and tragedy of all time. In 1596, William wrote The Merchant of Venice, a famous comedy in which a Jewish
merchant demands “a pound of flesh” when the lead character, Antonio, defaults
on a loan.
After writing Julius Caesar in 1599, Shakespeare is thought to
have written Hamlet,
historically thought of as his greatest masterpiece. To this day Hamlet is probably his most quoted and
reproduced tragedy. It is also Shakespeare’s longest play. The plot of the
story involves Prince Hamlet, and his attempts to seek revenge on his Uncle
Claudius for poisoning his father, King of Denmark, and ascending to the
throne. The play contains one of the most famous monologues of all-time:
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. To die, to sleep —
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to — ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep —
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life,
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt 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,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch[1] and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action
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. To die, to sleep —
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to — ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep —
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life,
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt 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,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch[1] and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action
After Hamlet,
Shakespeare wrote several other timeless classics such as Macbeth, Othello, and The Tempest. Many of his plays were
performed by his production company at royal courts and at prestigious
theaters. Shakespeare died in 1616 at the age of 52.
Today, William Shakespeare is widely regarded as the greatest
writer in the history of English language. He is considered one of the few
playwrights to have succeeded in writing both comedies and tragedies. He is
credited for revolutionizing theater. Before Shakespeare, plays and
performances almost always depicted the main character choosing a life of
virtue over the temptation of evil. In contrast, the works of Shakespeare were
less centered on morality and more concerned with provoking raw emotion and
exploring the very meaning of what it meant to be human. Although his plays
were not published until after his death, they have now been translated into
every major world language, and have been performed continuously in community
theaters, high school auditoriums, and major performing venues. Hundreds of
“Shakespeare Festivals” exist across the world.
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