Shakespeare Character's First Lines

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Can you name the Shakespeare Characters by First Lines?

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In sooth, I know not why I am so sad.
Always obedient to your grace's will, I come to know your pleasure.
Imprisoned is he, say you?
Thou are so fat-witted with drinking of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and sleeping upon benches after noon...
Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!
I do affect a sorrow indeed, but I have it too.
No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart there's no harm done.
What country, friends, is this?
Stay your thanks a while, and pay them when you part.
Princes, what grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks?
Now, Master Shallow, you'll complain of me to the King?
A little more than kin and less than kind.
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this son of York; and all the clouds that loured upon our house in the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Attend my lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester.
Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus.
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So shaken as we are, so wan with care, find we a time for frightend peace to pant and breathe short-winded accents of new broils to be commenced in strands afar remote.
Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host, and say there, Dromio, till I come to thee.
Verona, for a while I take my leave to see my friend in Padua.
There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.
I have, Antiochus, and with a soul emboldened with the glory of her praise think death no hazard in this enterprise.
Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester, the special watchmen of our English weal, I would prevail, if prayers might prevail to join your hearts in love and amity.
Ay me, sad hours seem long.
'Tis better as it is.
Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues, that, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, make yourselves scabs?
Calpurnia.
Now say, Chatillon, what would France with us?
I can but say their protestation over.
Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster, hast thou according to thy oath and bond brought hither Henry Hereford, they bold son, here to make good the boist'rous late appeal...
I am, my lord, as well derived as he, as well possessed.
Benedick, didst thou note the daughter of Signor Leonato?
Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am mistress of; and would you yet I were merrier?

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