Shakespeare play from quotes

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

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