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

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