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

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