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

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