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

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