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

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