Don’t worry, you don’t sound snobby at all! You’re absolutely right - 23 April is the known date of Shakespeare’s death and his actual birthday is unknown. It is known, however, that he was baptised on 26 April, so he would have been born a couple of days before that. Since 23 April is his date of death - and also happens to be a few days before his baptism - it’s celebrated as his birthday (although it may or may not actually be) as well. Hope that made sense!
I present to thee 23 ways to celebrate Mr. Shakespeare’s Birthday.
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We’ve reached 23,000 followers today - appropriate that it’d happen on 23 April, Shakespeare’s birthday, isn’t it? Anyway, thanks so much for all of your support and I’m so happy to be able to share and discuss Shakespeare with people all over Tumblr. I absolutely love the way that so many amazing followers will chime in and contribute to help answer questions and messages, and I know this sounds cliche and insincere, but I mean it when I say that the followers make the blog!
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Anyway, enough about that - back to Shakespeare’s birthday! Are you doing anything to celebrate?
Today is Shakespeare’s 450th birthday! To celebrate, I thought I’d share a photo I took a while ago when I was lucky enough to visit his grave in Stratford-upon-Avon.
Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal;
Ay, and since too, murders have been perform’d
Too terrible for the ear: the times have been,
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end, but now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools: this is more strange
Than such a murder is.
- AJAX: I do hate a proud man, as I hate the engendering of toads.
- NESTOR: Yet he loves himself: is't not strange?
Hamlet and Ophelia by Eugène Delacroix (1840)
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He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for’s power to thunder. His heart’s his mouth:
What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent;
And, being angry, does forget that ever
He heard the name of death.