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Hamlet
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Something is rotten in the state of Denmark
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To be or not to be, that is the question
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In my mind's eye
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Brevity is the soul of wit
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Though this be madness, yet there is method in it
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As You Like It
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All the world's a stage, and all the men and women mere players
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For every and a day
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Richard III
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Now is the winter of our discontent
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A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!
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Romeo & Juliet
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Parting is such sweet sorrow
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Tempt not a desperate man
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A rose by any other name would smell as sweet
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The Merchant of Venice
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If you prick us, do we not bleed?
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The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose
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Merry Wives of Windsor
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Why then, the world's my oyster
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As good luck would have it
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Henry IV
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He will give the devil his due
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He hath eaten me out of house and home
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A man can die but once
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Henry VI
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The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers
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Julius Caesar
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Friends, Romans, countrymen, give me your ears
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Et tu, Brute?
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Beware the Ides of March
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Macbeth
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Double, double, toil and trouble
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There's daggers in men's smiles
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Out, damned spot, I say!
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Something wicked this way comes
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Othello
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I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
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The Tempest
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We are such stuff as dreams are made on
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Taming of the Shrew
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Out of the jaws of death
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