Shakespeare play from quotes

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Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
As flies to wanton boys are we to th' gods,/They kill us for their sport.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Let’s go hand in hand, not one before another
The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.
Our revels now are ended.
His nature is too noble for the world:/He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,/Or Jove for ’s power to thunder.
Had I but served my God with half the zeal/I served my king, he would not in mine age/Have left me naked to mine enemies.
As an arrow shot/From a well-experienc’d archer hits the mark/His eye doth level at.
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
If music be the food of love, play on
Now is the winter of our discontent/Made glorious summer by this sun of York
Golden lads and girls all must,/As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
That no Italian priest/Shall tithe or toll in our dominions.
And many strokes, though with a little axe,/Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,/Even such a woman oweth to her husband.
A plague o’ both your houses!
The eagle suffers little birds to sing.
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.
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He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man.
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,/Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
The quality of mercy is not strain’d
I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.
The common curse of mankind,—folly and ignorance.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
All the world ’s a stage,/And all the men and women merely players.
If it were done when ’t is done, then ’t were well/It were done quickly
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend/The brightest heaven of invention!
The better part of valour is discretion.
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,/But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,/Chaos is come again.
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world/Like a Colossus, and we petty men/Walk under his huge legs and peep about/To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground/And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
A young man married is a man that ’s marr’d
We have heard the chimes at midnight.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale/Her infinite variety.
Lord, what fools these mortals be!

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