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

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