Shakespeare play from quotes

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

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