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

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