Shakespeare play from quotes

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

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