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

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