Shakespeare play from quotes

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Can you name the Shakespeare plays from quotes?

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

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