Shakespeare play from quotes

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Can you name the Shakespeare plays from quotes?

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

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