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Can you name the Shakespeare plays from which these quotes are taken?

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Just to refresh: All's Well, As You Like It, Comedy of Errors, Love's Labour's, Measure for Measure, Merchant, Merry Wives, Much Ado, Taming of the Shrew, Tempest, Twelfth Night, Two Gents, Winter's Tale, Cymbeline, Henry IV (Parts I & II), Henry V, Henry VI (Parts I-III), Henry VIII, King John, Pericles, Richard II, Richard III, Antony & Cleopatra, Coriolanus, Hamlet, Julius Caesar, King Lear, Macbeth, Othello, R & J, Timon, Titus, and Troilus & Cressida.
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How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child.
If we shadows have offended, think but this, and all is mended: that you have but slumbered here while these visions did appear.
Kill Claudio.
Out, vile jelly, where is thy luster now?
Villain, I have done thy mother.
But, masters, remember that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass.
Is this a dagger, which I see before me, the handle toward my hand?
This was the most unkindest cut of all.
The devil can cite scripture for his purpose.
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
But screw your courage to the sticking-place, and we’ll not fail.
If music be the food of love, play on.
If one good deed in all my life I did I do repent it from my very soul.
Then must you speak of one that loved not wisely, but too well.
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.
Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.
Our wooing doth not end like an old play: Jack hath not Jill.
Nothing will come of nothing. Speak again.
Nay, put out all your hands. Not one word more: thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poor.
If you can mock a leek you can eat a leek.
Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war.
From women’s eyes this doctrine I derive: they sparkle still the right Promethean fire.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Come, be a man! Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies.
O beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
You may my glories and my state depose, but not my griefs; still am I king of those.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
Take then thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh.
’Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
Action is eloquence.
I have drunk, and seen the spider.
The time of universal peace is near.
There is a tide in the affairs of men which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you—trippingly on the tongue.
The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life.
Double, double toil and trouble: Fire, burn; and cauldron, bubble.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, or close the wall up with our English dead.
If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked.
On her left breast a mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops I' the bottom of a cowslip.
Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity.
Patience is for poltroons.
Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them; a woman clad in armor chaseth them.
The quality of mercy is not strain’d, it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath.
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!
And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
‘Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner,’ there’s a double meaning in that.
Why, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
This wimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, this Signor Junior, giant dwarf, Dan Cupid.
By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.
Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
I’ll go see if the bear be gone from the gentleman, and how much he hath eaten…if there be any of him left, I’ll bury it.
If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss. And if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.
The rest is silence.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time.
Men must endure their going hence even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.
Uneasy lies a head that wears a crown.
Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself till by broad spreading it disperse to naught.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows!
My salad days—when I was green in judgment, cold in blood.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden upon.
O wonderful, wonderful! And most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful! And after that out of all whooping.
The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.
When I am cold, he heats me with beating; when I am warm he cools me with beating.
O, give me the spare men, and spare me the great ones.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
All is uneven, and everything is left at six and seven.
A horse, a horse! My kingdom for a horse!
Words, words, words.
A plague upon it when thieves cannot be true one to another!
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
No man alive can love in such a sort the thing he means to kill more excellently.
If you find him sad, say I am dancing; if in mirth, report that I am sudden sick.
A fish: he smells like a fish, a very ancient and fish-like smell.
I have set my life upon a cast, and I will stand the hazard of the die.
I charge thee, fling away ambition: by that sin fell the angels.
She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman.
Take but degree away, untune that string, and hark what discord follows.
Nay, faith, let me not play a woman. I have a beard coming.
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
’Tis such fools as you that makes the world full of ill-favored children.
I think Crab, my dog, be the sourest-natured dog that lives.
This above all, to thine own self be true and it must follow as the night the day thou canst not then be false to any man.
But for mine own part, it was Greek to me.
She is spherical, like a globe; I could find out countries in her.
I charge and command that, at the city’s cost, the Pissing Conduit run nothing but claret wine this first year of our reign.
But we in it shall be remembered, we few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York.
Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.
Out, damned spot! Out, I say!
For you the city, thus I turn my back. There is a world elsewhere!
Oh, how full of briers is this working-day world!
I am dying, Egypt, dying.
A young man married is a man that’s marred.
She swore in faith ‘twas strange, ‘twas passing strange, ‘twas pitiful, ‘twas wondrous pitiful.
Give me a staff of honour for mine age, but not a sceptre to control the world.
He was a kind of nothing, titleless, till he had forged himself a name o’th’fire of burning Rome.
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
There was never virgin got till virginity was first lost.
There is divinity in odd numbers; either in nativity, chance, or death.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged cupid painted blind.
The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.
How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath?
Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua; if wealthily, then happily in Padua.
And if his name be George, I'll call him Peter; for new-made honour doth forget men's names.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Submission, Dolphin? ’Tis a mere French word. We English warriors wot not what it means.
Should all despair that have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind would hang themselves.
A plague o’ both your houses. I am sped.
Beware the ides of March.
O, it is excellent to have a giant’s strength, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.
This is the way to kill a wife with kindness.
We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow.
O! What men dare do! What men may do! What men daily do, not knowing what they do!
He’s in the third degree of drink; he’s drowned.
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
But he that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him and makes me poor indeed.
I will beat thee into handsomeness.
Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
With all my heart I’ll send the emperor my hand. Good Aaron, wilt thou help to chop it off?
I wasted time, and now doth Time waste me.
All that glisters is not gold.
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
They say he is already in the Forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him.
Every subject’s duty is the King’s, but every subject’s soul is his own.
No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse.
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair, when with your blood you daily paint her thus.
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.
The devil shall have his bargain, for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs; he will give the devil his due.
I could endure anything before but a cat, and now he’s a cat to me.
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Away with him, away with him! He speaks Latin.
Golden lads and girls all must, as chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.
Reason thus with life: If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing that none but fools would keep.
Was ever woman in this humour wooed? Was ever woman in this humour won?
Kiss me Kate, we will be married o' Sunday.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
Blow winds and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow!
But kiss: one kiss! Rubies unparagoned, how dearly they do't!

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