Shakespeare Character's First Lines

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Can you name the Shakespeare Characters by First Lines?

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

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