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

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