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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