Shakespeare play from quotes

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

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