Clue | Word |
Some are born great, some _______ greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. | |
If you prick us, do we not _____? | |
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless _____! | |
To sleep — perchance to _____: ay, there's the rub! | |
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ____; | |
Lord, what _____ these mortals be! | |
All that glitters is not ____; | |
Cry '_____,' and let slip the dogs of war; | |
Beware the ____ of March. | |
This youth that you see here I snatch'd one half out of the ____ of death, | |
A horse! a horse! my _______ for a horse! | |
Neither a borrower nor a ______ be; | |
If _____ be the food of love, play on; | |
What's in a ____? that which we call a rose by any other ____ would smell as sweet. | |
Why, then the world's mine ______. Which I with sword will open. | |
The lady doth _______ too much, methinks. | |
To be or not to be — that is the ________: | |
Something is ______ in the state of Denmark. | |
But I will wear my heart upon my ______ | |
By the pricking of my ______, something wicked this way comes. | |
______ lies the head that wears a crown. | |
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite _______: | |
Now is the ______ of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York; | |
As old as Sibyl, and as curst and shrewd as Socrates' _________ | |
But, soft! what light through ______ window breaks? | |
What ____, what fury hath inspired thee now? | |
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