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 wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Signor Junior, giant dwarf, Dan Cupid.
‘Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner,’ there’s a double meaning in that.
If one good deed in all my life I did I do repent it from my very soul.
Out, vile jelly, where is thy luster now?
Come, be a man! Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies.
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
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.
How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath?
The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows!
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged cupid painted blind.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
Give me a staff of honour for mine age, but not a sceptre to control the world.
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.
Take then thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh.
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
I think Crab, my dog, be the sourest-natured dog that lives.
There was never virgin got till virginity was first lost.
All is uneven, and everything is left at six and seven.
Beware the ides of March.
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
He was a kind of nothing, titleless, till he had forged himself a name o’th’fire of burning Rome.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
’Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.
Our wooing doth not end like an old play: Jack hath not Jill.
The time of universal peace is near.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden upon.
If you find him sad, say I am dancing; if in mirth, report that I am sudden sick.
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.
I have drunk, and seen the spider.
Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York.
Golden lads and girls all must, as chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
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.
Double, double toil and trouble: Fire, burn; and cauldron, bubble.
Uneasy lies a head that wears a crown.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
All that glisters is not gold.
I could endure anything before but a cat, and now he’s a cat to me.
Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.
Blow winds and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow!
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.
Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
A horse, a horse! My kingdom for a horse!
And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
The quality of mercy is not strain’d, it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
She swore in faith ‘twas strange, ‘twas passing strange, ‘twas pitiful, ‘twas wondrous pitiful.
O wonderful, wonderful! And most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful! And after that out of all whooping.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you—trippingly on the tongue.
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! What men dare do! What men may do! What men daily do, not knowing what they do!
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, or close the wall up with our English dead.
With all my heart I’ll send the emperor my hand. Good Aaron, wilt thou help to chop it off?
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
Out, damned spot! Out, I say!
Oh, how full of briers is this working-day world!
Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself till by broad spreading it disperse to naught.
Words, words, words.
’Tis such fools as you that makes the world full of ill-favored children.
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua; if wealthily, then happily in Padua.
Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity.
Then must you speak of one that loved not wisely, but too well.
The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.
The devil can cite scripture for his purpose.
I am dying, Egypt, dying.
The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
O beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
Was ever woman in this humour wooed? Was ever woman in this humour won?
When I am cold, he heats me with beating; when I am warm he cools me with beating.
I have set my life upon a cast, and I will stand the hazard of the die.
Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them; a woman clad in armor chaseth them.
Nay, faith, let me not play a woman. I have a beard coming.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time.
He’s in the third degree of drink; he’s drowned.
Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
Why, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
They say he is already in the Forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Should all despair that have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind would hang themselves.
Villain, I have done thy mother.
A young man married is a man that’s marred.
If you can mock a leek you can eat a leek.
The rest is silence.
How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child.
Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.
Kiss me Kate, we will be married o' Sunday.
Take but degree away, untune that string, and hark what discord follows.
For you the city, thus I turn my back. There is a world elsewhere!
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?
By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.
If music be the food of love, play on.
But we in it shall be remembered, we few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
I charge thee, fling away ambition: by that sin fell the angels.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Is this a dagger, which I see before me, the handle toward my hand?
A fish: he smells like a fish, a very ancient and fish-like smell.
A plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another!
She is spherical, like a globe; I could find out countries in her.
Patience is for poltroons.
Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
This is the way to kill a wife with kindness.
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.
Every subject’s duty is the King’s, but every subject’s soul is his own.
Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more: thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor.
Nothing will come of nothing. Speak again.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
But kiss: one kiss! Rubies unparagoned, how dearly they do't!
No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse.
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet.
But screw your courage to the sticking-place, and we’ll not fail.
Away with him, away with him! He speaks Latin.
But he that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him and makes me poor indeed.
Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair, when with your blood you daily paint her thus.
Kill Claudio.
On her left breast a mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops I' the bottom of a cowslip.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Action is eloquence.
But, masters, remember that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass.
And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter; for new-made honour doth forget men's names.
A plague o’ both your houses. I am sped.
Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war.
She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman.
O, give me the spare men, and spare me the great ones.
But for mine own part, it was Greek to me.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
The devil shall have his bargain, for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs; he will give the devil his due.
Submission, Dolphin? ’Tis a mere French word. We English warriors wot not what it means.
Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!
We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow.
From women’s eyes this doctrine I derive: they sparkle still the right Promethean fire.
There is a tide in the affairs of men which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
I charge and command that, at the city’s cost, the Pissing Conduit run nothing but claret wine this first year of our reign.
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.
I will beat thee into handsomeness.
You may my glories and my state depose, but not my griefs; still am I king of those.
O, it is excellent to have a giant’s strength, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.
Oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
This was the most unkindest cut of all.
I wasted time, and now doth Time waste me.

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