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

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