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Can you name the Shakespeare Characters by First Lines?

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

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