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Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.

William Shakespeare

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William Shakespeare
Age: 51 †
Born: 1564
Born: April 26
Died: 1616
Died: April 23
Actor
Dramaturge
Playwright
Poet
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Writer
Stratford-upon-Avon
Warwickshire
Shakespeare
The Bard
The Bard of Avon
William Shakspere
Swan of Avon
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Shackspeare
William Shake‐ſpeare
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Wash
Rather
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Making
Guilt
Multitudinous
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Neptune
Play
Clean
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Great
Ocean
Constancy
Green
Pluck
Blood
Seas

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