Shakespeare play from quotes

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Can you name the Shakespeare plays from quotes?

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