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

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