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Bill Bryson's Shakespeare - Chapter 8
Transcript of Bill Bryson's Shakespeare - Chapter 8
"...on April 17 Will's brother-in-law Hart, a hatter, died, leaving his sister Joan a widow. Six days later William Shakespeare himself died from causes unknown."
In late March 1616, William Skakespeare made some changes to his will. It is tempting to suppose that he was unwell and dying. Certainly he appears not to have been himself. His signatures were shaky and the will bears certain signs of confusion: He could not evidently recall the names of his brother-in-law Thomas Hart or of one of Hart's sons..."
"Shakespeare's plays might have been lost, too, had it not been for the heroic efforts of his close friends and colleagues John Heminges and Henry Condell, who seven years after his death produced a folio edition of his complete works."
"The idea of the First Folio was not just to publish plays that had not before seen in print but to correct and restore those that had appeared in corrupt or careless versions."
"After his death William Shakespeare was laid to rest in the chancel of Holy Trinity, a large, lovely church beside the Avon. As we might by now expect, his life concludes qith a mystery-indeed, with a small series of them. His gravestone bears no name, but merely a curious peice of doggerel:
Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbeare,
To digg the dust enclosed heare.
Bleste be the man that spares the stone
And curst be he that oves my bones.