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- Who said it
- Which play
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- In the play
- secondpart
- Thrice is he armed, that hath his quarrel just
- King Henry IV
- King Henry IV
- The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers
- Dick
- King Henry IV
- Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind, the thief doth fear each bush an officer
- Gloucester
- King Henry IV
- Now is the winter of our discontent
- Gloucester
- King Richard III
- A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!
- King Richard III
- King Richard III
- Kiss me Kate
- Petruchio
- The taming of the shrew
- A pair of star-crossed lovers
- Chorus
- Romeo&Juliet
- He jests at scars that never felt a wound
- Romeo
- Romeo&Juliet
- But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
- Romeo
- Romeo&Juliet
- Oh Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou, Romeo?
- Juliet
- Romeo&Juliet
- What's in a name?
- Juliet
- Romeo&Juliet
- That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
- Juliet
- Romeo&Juliet
- Parting is such sweet sorrow
- Juliet
- Romeo&Juliet
- A plague on both your houses
- Mercutio
- Romeo&Juliet
- This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle
- John of Gaunt
- King Richard II
- This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, this other Eden, demi-paradise
- John of Gaunt
- King Richard II
- This blessed plot, this Earth, this realm, this England
- John of Gaunt
- King Richard II
- No matter where - of comfort no man speak
- King Richard II
- King Richard II
- Let's talk of graves, and worms, and epitaphs
- King Richard II
- King Richard II
- For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground and tell sad stories of the death of kings
- King Richard II
- King Richard II
- So Judas did to Christ; but he, in 12, found truth in all but one; I, in 1200, none
- King Richard II
- King Richard II
- The course of true love never did run smooth
- Lysander
- A Midsummer's Night Dream
- The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact
- Theseus
- A Midsummer's Night Dream
- Lord, what fools these mortals be.
- Puck
- A Midsummer's Night Dream
- If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches
- Portia
- The Merchant of Venice
- Hath not a Jew eyes?
- Shylock
- The Merchant of Venice
- If you prick us, do we not bleed?
- Shylock
- The Merchant of Venice
- The quality of mercy is not strained
- Portia
- The Merchant of Venice
- Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man
- Lewis
- King John
- To gild refined gold, to paint the lily
- Salsbury
- King John
- This England never did, nor never shall, lie at the proud foot of a conquerer
- Bastard
- King John
- Come the three corners of the world in arms, and we shall shock them
- Bastard
- King John
- Nought shall make us rue, if England to itself do rest but true
- Bastard
- King John
- To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon
- Hotspur
- King Henry IV
- Why, thou owest God a death
- Prince Hal
- King Henry IV
- 'Tis not due yet; I would be loathe to pay Him before His day
- Falstaff
- King Henry IV
- Honor pricks me on, aye, but how if honor pricks me off when I come on?
- Falstaff
- King Henry IV
- What is honor? A word
- Falstaff
- King Henry IV
- Ill weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk?
- Prince Hal
- King Henry IV
- Oh sleep, oh gentle sleep, nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee?
- King Henry IV
- King Henry IV
- Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown
- King Henry IV
- King Henry IV
- That was another country, and besides,the wench is dead.
- Falstaff
- King Henry IV
- Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought
- King Henry IV
- King Henry IV
- How ill white hairs become a fool in gesture
- King Henry V
- King Henry IV
- We few, we happy few, with our English dear few, we band of brothers
- King Henry V
- King Henry V
- Sweet are the uses of adversity
- Duke Senior
- As you like it
- All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players
- Jacques
- As you like it
- Seeking the bubble reputation even in the cannon's mouth
- Jacques
- As you like it
- Second childishness, and mere oblivion; sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything
- Jacques
- As you like it
- If music be the food of love, play on
- Duke of Illyria
- Twelth Night
- Beware the ides of March
- Soothsayer
- Julius Caesar
- The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars, but in ourselves that we are underlings
- Cassius
- Julius Caesar
- Upon what meat doth this, our Caesar, feed, that he hath grown so fat?
- Cassius
- Julius Caesar
- 'Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; he thinks too much. Such men are dangerous
- Julius Caesar
- Julius Caesar
- It was Greek to me
- Casca
- Julius Caesar
- Cowards die many times before their deaths: the valiant taste of death but once
- Julius Caesar
- Julius Caesar
- Et tu, Brute?
- Julius Caesar
- Julius Caesar
- Cry havoc! And let slip the dogs of war!
- Mark Antony
- Julius Caesar
- Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
- Mark Antony
- Julius Caesar
- I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him
- Mark Antony
- Julius Caesar
- The evil that men do lives after them; the good is often interred with their bones
- Mark Antony
- Julius Caesar
- For Brutus is an honorable man, so are they all, all honorable men.
- Mark Antony
- Julius Caesar
- This was the most unkindest cut of all
- Mark Antony
- Julius Caesar
- There is a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune
- Brutus
- Julius Caesar
- This was the noblest Roman of them all.
- Mark Antony
- Julius Caesar
- How weary, stale, hot, and unprofitable, seem to me all the uses of this world
- Hamlet
- Hamlet
- Frailty, thy name is woman
- Hamlet
- Hamlet
- That was a man, take him for all and all. I shall not look upon his like again
- Hamlet
- Hamlet
- The apparel oft' proclaims the man
- Polonius
- Hamlet
- Neither a borrower nor a lender be
- Polonius
- Hamlet
- This above all - to thine own self be true
- Polonius
- Hamlet
- Something is rotten in the state of Denmark
- Marcellus
- Hamlet
- There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy
- Hamlet
- Hamlet
- The time is out of joint
- Hamlet
- Hamlet
- Brevity is the soul of wit
- Polonius
- Hamlet
- Though this be madness, yet there is a method in't
- Polonius
- Hamlet
- There is nothing good or bad, but thinking makes it so
- Hamlet
- Hamlet
- What a piece of work is man
- Hamlet
- Hamlet
- The play's the thing
- Hamlet
- Hamlet
- What's Hecuba to him, or him to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?
- Hamlet
- Hamlet
- To be, or not to be, that is the question
- Hamlet
- Hamlet
- To sleep - perchance to dream. Aye, there's the rub
- Hamlet
- Hamlet
- For in the sleep of death, what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil?
- Hamlet
- Hamlet
- The undiscovered country, from whose bourne no traveller returns
- Hamlet
- Hamlet
- Thus conscience does make cowards of us all
- Hamlet
- Hamlet
- To hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature
- Hamlet
- Hamlet
- A king of shreds and patches
- Hamlet
- Hamlet
- Alas, poor Yorik. I knew him,Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest
- Hamlet
- Hamlet
- There's a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will
- Hamlet
- Hamlet
- Good night, sweet prince
- Horatio
- Hamlet
- Why, the world's mine oyster, which I, with sword, will open
- Pistol
- The Merry Wives of Windsor
- Oh, it is excellent to have a giant's strength. But is tyrannous to use it like a giant
- Isabella
- Measure for measure
- But man, proud man, dressed in a little brief authority, plays such fantastic tricks before high heavevn, as makes the angels weep.
- Isabella
- Measure for measure
- We cannot all be masters, nor all masters cannot be truly followed
- Iago
- Othello
- Who steals my purse steals trash
- Iago
- Othello
- But he that filches my good name rob me of that which enriches him not, and makes me poor indeed
- Iago
- Othello
- O beware, my lord, of jealousy; it is the green eyed monster which does mock the meat it feeds on
- Iago
- Othello
- Put out the light, put out the light
- Othello
- Othello
- Of one who loved not wisely, but too well
- Othello
- Othello
- Nothing will come of nothing
- King Lear
- King Lear
- Come not between the dragon and his wrath
- King Lear
- King Lear
- How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child
- King Lear
- King Lear
- Striving to better, oft we mar what's well
- King Lear
- King Lear
- I am a man more sinned against than sinning
- King Lear
- King Lear
- Take physic, pomp; expose thyself to feel what wretches feel
- King Lear
- King Lear
- The worst is not so long as we can say this is the worst
- Edgar
- King Lear
- As flies to wanton boys we are to Gods - they kill us for their sport
- Gloucester
- King Lear
- Every inch a king
- King Lear
- King Lear
- Ripeness is all
- Edgar
- King Lear
- When the hurly-burly's done, when the battle's lost and won
- Witch
- Macbeth
- Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through the fog and misty air
- Witch
- Macbeth
- Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it
- Malcolm
- Macbeth
- There is no art to find the mind's construction in the face
- Duncan
- Macbeth
- The milk of human kindness
- Lady Macbeth
- Macbeth
- It it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly
- Macbeth
- Macbeth
- That but this blow might be the be-all and the end-all here
- Macbeth
- Macbeth
- That we but teach bloody instructions which, being taught, return to plague the inventor
- Macbeth
- Macbeth
- Is this a dagger which I see before me, the handle toward my hand?
- Macbeth
- Macbeth
- But screw your courage to the sticking place, and we'll not fail
- Lady Macbeth
- Macbeth
- Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care
- Macbeth
- Macbeth
- I am in blood stepped so far that, should I wade no more, returning were as tedious as going oe'r
- Macbeth
- Macbeth
- Double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble
- Witches
- Macbeth
- Out, damn spot! Out, I say!
- Lady Macbeth
- Macbeth
- Canst thous minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a routed sorrow?
- Macbeth
- Macbeth
- Tommorow and tommorow and tommorow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day.
- Macbeth
- Macbeth
- Out, out, brief candle!
- Macbeth
- Macbeth
- Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.
- Macbeth
- Macbeth
- It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing
- Macbeth
- Macbeth
- Lay on, MacDuff; and damned be him that first cries, 'Hold,enough!'
- Macbeth
- Macbeth
- Full fathom five thy father lies
- Ariel
- The Tempest
- Misery acquaints a man to strange bedfellows
- Trinculo
- The Tempest
- We are such stuff as dreams are made on
- Trinculo
- The Tempest
- Oh brave new world, that has such people in it
- Miranda
- The Tempest
- Heaven is above all yet: there sits a judge no king can corrupt
- Queen Katherine
- King Henry VIII
- Oh how wretched is the poor man that hangs on princes' favors.
- Cardinal Walsey
- King Henry VIII
- Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: by that sin fell the angels
- Cardinal Walsey
- King Henry VIII
- Let all thy ends thou aimst be thy countries, thy Gods, and truce
- Cardinal Walsey
- King Henry VIII
- Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king
- Cardinal Walsey
- King Henry VIII
- Naked to mine enemies
- Cardinal Walsey
- King Henry VIII
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