HamletNow I am alone. Oh, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to histo his whole conceit That, from her working, all the visage warmed, Tears in his eyes, distraction in's...

Who Was the Real Shakespeare? The Mysterious Mastermind Behind the Bard’s Plays New revelations suggest the legendary plays long credited to William Shakespeare actually originated from a secretive group of aristocratic thinkers. This 5,000-word essay follows the intriguing trail of clues leading...