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William Shakespeare

The Tempest

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The Tempest is a comedy written by William Shakespeare. It is generally dated to 1610–11 and accepted as the last play written solely by him, although some scholars have argued for an earlier dating. While listed as a comedy in its initial publication in the First Folio of 1623, many modern editors have relabelled the play a romance.
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  • Tomichkashared an impression5 years ago
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    I think, other people will like this as much as I do. Very entertaining and interesting)

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    • Tracey Reyesshared an impression6 years ago

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        • Marta Borovetshas quoted6 years ago
          he very instant that I saw you, did
          My heart fly to your service; there resides,
          To make me slave to it; and for your sake
          Am I this patient log—man.
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        • b4105951554has quoted21 hours ago
          Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I
          will be king and queen—save our graces!—and
          Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys. Dost thou
          like the plot, Trinculo?
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          • b4105951554has quoted21 hours ago
            One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
            Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
            More that I may call men than you, good friend,
            And my dear father: how features are abroad,
            I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,
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