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

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