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Most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath.
William Shakespeare
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William Shakespeare
Age: 51 †
Born: 1564
Born: April 26
Died: 1616
Died: April 23
Actor
Dramaturge
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Stratford-upon-Avon
Warwickshire
Shakespeare
The Bard
The Bard of Avon
William Shakspere
Swan of Avon
Bard of Avon
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Shakespear
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Shackspeare
William Shake‐ſpeare
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