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Just to refresh: All's Well, As You Like It, Comedy of Errors, Love's Labour's, Measure for Measure, Merchant, Merry Wives, Much Ado, Taming of the Shrew, Tempest, Twelfth Night, Two Gents, Winter's Tale, Cymbeline, Henry IV (Parts I & II), Henry V, Henry VI (Parts I-III), Henry VIII, King John, Pericles, Richard II, Richard III, Antony & Cleopatra, Coriolanus, Hamlet, Julius Caesar, King Lear, Macbeth, Othello, R & J, Timon, Titus, and Troilus & Cressida.
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And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
Nay, faith, let me not play a woman. I have a beard coming.
This is the way to kill a wife with kindness.
There is a tide in the affairs of men which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.
Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair, when with your blood you daily paint her thus.
If music be the food of love, play on.
She swore in faith ‘twas strange, ‘twas passing strange, ‘twas pitiful, ‘twas wondrous pitiful.
This was the most unkindest cut of all.
The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.
The rest is silence.
Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter; for new-made honour doth forget men's names.
Oh, how full of briers is this working-day world!
Take then thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh.
Villain, I have done thy mother.
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.
Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them; a woman clad in armor chaseth them.
The devil shall have his bargain, for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs; he will give the devil his due.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
No man alive can love in such a sort the thing he means to kill more excellently.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child.
O beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
Our wooing doth not end like an old play: Jack hath not Jill.
Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.
All that glisters is not gold.
If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss. And if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Double, double toil and trouble: Fire, burn; and cauldron, bubble.
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more: thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor.
O wonderful, wonderful! And most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful! And after that out of all whooping.
’Tis such fools as you that makes the world full of ill-favored children.
Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war.
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
A young man married is a man that’s marred.
How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath?
We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow.
If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked.
If you find him sad, say I am dancing; if in mirth, report that I am sudden sick.
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
But for mine own part, it was Greek to me.
O, it is excellent to have a giant’s strength, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.
This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Signor Junior, giant dwarf, Dan Cupid.
Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Words, words, words.
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua; if wealthily, then happily in Padua.
I have drunk, and seen the spider.
Away with him, away with him! He speaks Latin.
A horse, a horse! My kingdom for a horse!
Patience is for poltroons.
Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself till by broad spreading it disperse to naught.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden upon.
A fish: he smells like a fish, a very ancient and fish-like smell.
Out, vile jelly, where is thy luster now?
The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
But we in it shall be remembered, we few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
I charge thee, fling away ambition: by that sin fell the angels.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged cupid painted blind.
I am dying, Egypt, dying.
O! What men dare do! What men may do! What men daily do, not knowing what they do!
Why, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
Blow winds and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow!
I could endure anything before but a cat, and now he’s a cat to me.
I charge and command that, at the city’s cost, the Pissing Conduit run nothing but claret wine this first year of our reign.
She is spherical, like a globe; I could find out countries in her.
By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.
Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.
A plague o’ both your houses. I am sped.
This above all, to thine own self be true and it must follow as the night the day thou canst not then be false to any man.
Kill Claudio.
If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Come, be a man! Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies.
For you the city, thus I turn my back. There is a world elsewhere!
Oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
I wasted time, and now doth Time waste me.
There is divinity in odd numbers; either in nativity, chance, or death.
Reason thus with life: If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing that none but fools would keep.
When I am cold, he heats me with beating; when I am warm he cools me with beating.
But he that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him and makes me poor indeed.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows!
All is uneven, and everything is left at six and seven.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
The devil can cite scripture for his purpose.
With all my heart I’ll send the emperor my hand. Good Aaron, wilt thou help to chop it off?
Was ever woman in this humour wooed? Was ever woman in this humour won?
If one good deed in all my life I did I do repent it from my very soul.
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
He’s in the third degree of drink; he’s drowned.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you—trippingly on the tongue.
But screw your courage to the sticking-place, and we’ll not fail.
Should all despair that have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind would hang themselves.
Submission, Dolphin? ’Tis a mere French word. We English warriors wot not what it means.
But, masters, remember that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass.
I have set my life upon a cast, and I will stand the hazard of the die.
She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman.
Give me a staff of honour for mine age, but not a sceptre to control the world.
Every subject’s duty is the King’s, but every subject’s soul is his own.
Kiss me Kate, we will be married o' Sunday.
If we shadows have offended, think but this, and all is mended: that you have but slumbered here while these visions did appear.
From women’s eyes this doctrine I derive: they sparkle still the right Promethean fire.
The time of universal peace is near.
Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, or close the wall up with our English dead.
Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time.
I think Crab, my dog, be the sourest-natured dog that lives.
He was a kind of nothing, titleless, till he had forged himself a name o’th’fire of burning Rome.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
Is this a dagger, which I see before me, the handle toward my hand?
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!
My salad days—when I was green in judgment, cold in blood.
Take but degree away, untune that string, and hark what discord follows.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet.
’Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
If you can mock a leek you can eat a leek.
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
The quality of mercy is not strain’d, it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath.
I’ll go see if the bear be gone from the gentleman, and how much he hath eaten…if there be any of him left, I’ll bury it.
Out, damned spot! Out, I say!
O, give me the spare men, and spare me the great ones.
Golden lads and girls all must, as chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
On her left breast a mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops I' the bottom of a cowslip.
But kiss: one kiss! Rubies unparagoned, how dearly they do't!
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
Beware the ides of March.
You may my glories and my state depose, but not my griefs; still am I king of those.
I will beat thee into handsomeness.
Uneasy lies a head that wears a crown.
They say he is already in the Forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him.
‘Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner,’ there’s a double meaning in that.
A plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another!
Then must you speak of one that loved not wisely, but too well.
Men must endure their going hence even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.
Nothing will come of nothing. Speak again.
No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse.
Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity.
There was never virgin got till virginity was first lost.
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
Action is eloquence.

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