| Quote | Play | Spoken By |
| To be, or not to be: that is the question | |
| All the world ’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players | |
| A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! | |
| Out, damned spot! out, I say! | |
| Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears | |
| Lord, what fools these mortals be! | |
| Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more | |
| Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows | |
| O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! | |
| Parting is such sweet sorrow | |
| This above all: to thine own self be true | |
| My salad days, When I was green in judgment | |