Презентация на тему по английскому языку на тему Уильям Шекспир

question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings

and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep –
No more, and by a sleep to say we end…»
by William Shakespeare

English writer and playwright was born on the 23rd

of April, 1564, in a small English town Stratford-on-Avon in a family of a glove-maker. William lived in Stratford until he was about twenty-one,
when he went to London.
We do not know why he left Stratford-on-Avon.
We know absolutely nothing about his life for the next seven years.

and a dealer in wool and other farm products

and he had several houses in Stratford.
He was a respected figure in Stratford. William's mother, Mary Arden, was a farmer's daughter of Wilmot, near Stratford.

School where, besides reading and writing, he was taught

Latin, Greek, and other subjects.
When he had free time he liked to go to the forest and to the river.
When actors visited Stratford William liked to watch them.
He was interested in that profession and decided to become an actor himself.

Anne Hathaway, a farmer’s daughter. His wife was eight

years older than William. He had got three children.

ее на днях Сорвались в гневе. Но едва Она приметила мой

страх,

«Я ненавижу», — присмирев, Уста промолвили, а взгляд Уже сменил на милость гнев, И ночь с небес умчалась в ад. «Я ненавижу», — но тотчас Она добавила: «Не вас!»

Как придержала язычок, Который мне до этих пор Шептал то ласку, то упрек, А не жестокий приговор.

London and became dramatist. He began to write plays

to the theatre “The Globe”. He was also an actor, but not a first – rate one. During the last years of his life Shakespeare wrote less and less.
In 1613 after the Globe had been destroyed by the fire, he came back
to Stratford and
stopped writing
altogether.

the same church, where he was christened.

ends well” “Love is blind”
Globe Theatre

London
William Shakespeare’s Home
Romeo and Juliet

the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips

red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks:
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

this of Juliet and her Romeo.”
What a sad story

!