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Khawar Hussain
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illiam Shakespeare (26 April

1564; died 23 April 1616) was an
English poet and playwright,
widely regarded as the greatest
writer in the English language and
the world's pre-eminent dramatist.
!He is often called England's
national poet and the "Bard of
Avon".
!His plays have been translated
into every major living language
and are performed more often
than those of any other playwright.
 Areas of his work:
! History
!
ragedy
! omedy
! poems
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Hamlet is Shakespeare's
longest play and among the
most powerful tragedies in the
English language.
Believed to have been written
between 1599 and 1601.




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he play, set in the Kingdom of Denmark,
recounts how Prince Hamlet exacts
revenge on his uncle laudius for
murdering the old King Hamlet, laudius's
brother and Prince Hamlet's father, and
then succeeding to the throne and
marrying Gertrude, the King Hamlet's
widow and mother of Prince Hamlet.
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he play vividly portrays real and feigned
madness²from overwhelming grief to
seething rage²and explores themes of
treachery, revenge, and moral corruption.
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? that is too sullied flesh would melt

haw and resolve into dew
His canon µgainst self-slaughter oh god!
God
How weary, stale , flat and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on¶t , ah fie, µtis and unweeded garden

hat grows to seed, things rank and gross
in nature
Possess it marely .
hat it should come to
this!
Hyperion and satyr , so loving to my mother
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hat he might not beteem the winds of
heaven
Visit her face too roughly . Heaven and
Earth
Must I remember? hy she would hang
on him
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on ; and yet within a month.
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‰et me not think on¶t---frailty thy name is

women

A little month, or ere those shoes were old

ith which she follow¶d my poor fathers body

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‰ike Niobe all tears--- hy, she

? god this, a beast that want discourse of

reason

ould have mourn¶d longer---married with my

uncle,

My fathers brother---but no more like my

father
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‰et me not think on¶t---frailty thy name is

women

A little month, or ere those shoes were old

ith which she follow¶d my poor fathers body

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han I to hercules:with in a month

Ere yet the salt of most un righteous tears

Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,

She married---o most wicked speed!
o

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ith such dexterity to incestuous sheets!

It is not, nor it can not come to good

But break my heart, for I must hold my

tongue