Shakespeare play from quotes

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Let’s go hand in hand, not one before another
Our revels now are ended.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,/Even such a woman oweth to her husband.
A plague o’ both your houses!
Now is the winter of our discontent/Made glorious summer by this sun of York
I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend/The brightest heaven of invention!
All the world ’s a stage,/And all the men and women merely players.
If it were done when ’t is done, then ’t were well/It were done quickly
A young man married is a man that ’s marr’d
If music be the food of love, play on
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 common curse of mankind,—folly and ignorance.
The quality of mercy is not strain’d
We have heard the chimes at midnight.
His nature is too noble for the world:/He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,/Or Jove for ’s power to thunder.
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,/But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,/Chaos is come again.
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To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
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.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Golden lads and girls all must,/As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
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.
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.
That no Italian priest/Shall tithe or toll in our dominions.
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,/Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
And many strokes, though with a little axe,/Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.
As an arrow shot/From a well-experienc’d archer hits the mark/His eye doth level at.
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
The better part of valour is discretion.
The eagle suffers little birds to sing.
The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.

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