Shakespeare play from quotes

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

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