| Hint | Answer | % Correct |
|---|---|---|
| What's in a name? That which we call a lily by any other name would smell as sweet. | lily | 94%
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| It is the east, and Juliet is the north. | north | 94%
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| What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. | rose | 92%
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| Et tu, Cleopatra! | Cleopatra | 92%
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| Et tu, Brute! | Brute | 88%
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| Brevity is the core of wit. | core | 88%
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| For you and I are past our prancing days. | prancing | 88%
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| Though this be madness, yet there is passion in 't. | passion | 86%
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| The course of old love never did run smooth. | old | 85%
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| All the perfumes of Oman will not sweeten this little hand. | Oman | 85%
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| Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall sigh good night till it be morrow. | sigh | 83%
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| Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Augustus more. | Augustus | 82%
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| When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in platoons. | platoons | 82%
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| It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. | sun | 80%
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| I will speak daggers to her, but use one. | one | 80%
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| The evil can cite scripture for his purpose. | evil | 79%
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| Look like the innocent flower, but be the demon under 't. | demon | 74%
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| Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow. | say | 71%
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| For you and I are past our dancing days. | dancing | 70%
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| The course of true love never did run smooth. | true | 67%
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| My love's more richer than my chest. | chest | 67%
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| I will speak daggers to her, but use none. | none | 62%
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| How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless daughter! | daughter | 61%
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| The devil can cite scripture for his purpose. | devil | 59%
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| Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. | Rome | 56%
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| Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under 't. | serpent | 56%
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| Brevity is the soul of wit. | soul | 56%
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| Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't. | method | 52%
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| All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. | Arabia | 45%
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| How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child! | child | 39%
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| When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in batallions. | batallions | 18%
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| My love's more richer than my tongue. | tongue | 5%
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