Shakespearean First Lines

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Can you name the Shakespearean play with its first line?

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'Noble patricians, patrons of my right,/Defend the justice of my cause with arms,/And, countrymen, my loving followers,/Plead my successive title with your swords'
'In delivering my son from me, I bury a second husband.'
'When shall we three meet again/In thunder, lightning, or in rain?'
'Nay, but this dotage of our general's/O'erflows the measure'
'Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,/Live regist'red upon our brazen tombs,/And then grace us in the disgrace of death'
'Proceed, Solinus, to procure my fall/And by the doom of death end woes and all'
'Before we proceed any further, hear me speak.'
'To sing a song that old was sung,/From ashes ancient Gower is come;/Assuming man's infirmities,/To glad your ear, and please your eyes'
'I thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall'
'Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour/Draws on apace; four happy days bring in/Another moon'
'If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see'
'I learn in this letter that Don Pedro of Arragon comes this night to Messina.'
'If music be the food of love, play on'
'Sir Hugh, persuade me not; I will make a Star-chamber matter of it; if he were twenty Sir John Falstaffs, he shall not abuse Robert Shallow, Esquire'
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'Home! home, you idle creatures, get you home!'
'In Troy, there lies the scene'
'Good day, sir'
'Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus:/Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.'
'Who's there?'
'Two households, both alike in dignity,/In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,/From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,/Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean'
'Boatswain!'
'I'll pheeze you, in faith'
'In sooth, I know not why I am so sad;/It wearies me; you say it wearies you'
'You do not meet a man but frowns.'
'Now is the winter of our discontent/Made glorious summer byt his sun of York;/And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house/In the deep bosom of the ocean buried'
'As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion,—bequeathed me by will but poor a thousand crowns, and, as thou say'st, charged my brother, on his blessing, to breed me well'
'Tush! never tell me; I take it much unkindly/That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse/As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this'
'Escalus'

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