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

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