Quotable Shakespeare

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Can you name the Shakespeare plays from which these quotes are taken?

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

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