Shakespeare play from quotes

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

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