Shakespeare Character's First Lines

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Can you name the Shakespeare Characters by First Lines?

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First Line of CharacterCharacter
Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus.
Stay your thanks a while, and pay them when you part.
Ay me, sad hours seem long.
Imprisoned is he, say you?
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.
Always obedient to your grace's will, I come to know your pleasure.
Now say, Chatillon, what would France with us?
Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am mistress of; and would you yet I were merrier?
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.
Now, Master Shallow, you'll complain of me to the King?
Calpurnia.
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...
Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues, that, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, make yourselves scabs?
'Tis better as it is.
No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart there's no harm done.
I can but say their protestation over.
First Line of CharacterCharacter
Verona, for a while I take my leave to see my friend in Padua.
In sooth, I know not why I am so sad.
Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!
Princes, what grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks?
Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host, and say there, Dromio, till I come to thee.
What country, friends, is this?
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.
Thou are so fat-witted with drinking of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and sleeping upon benches after noon...
There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.
A little more than kin and less than kind.
I have, Antiochus, and with a soul emboldened with the glory of her praise think death no hazard in this enterprise.
Benedick, didst thou note the daughter of Signor Leonato?
Attend my lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester.
I am, my lord, as well derived as he, as well possessed.
I do affect a sorrow indeed, but I have it too.
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

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