Shakespeare play from quotes

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Can you name the Shakespeare plays from quotes?

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

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