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Character
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A plague a' both your houses!
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Mercutio
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But screw your courage to the sticking place/And we'll not fail
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Lady Macbeth
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But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
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Romeo
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Cowards die many times before their deaths/The valiant never taste of death but once
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Julius Caesar
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Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war
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Marcus Antonius
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Good night sweet prince/And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
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Horatio
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How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is/To have a thankless child!
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King Lear
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If you prick us, do we not bleed?
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Shylock
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It is a tale/Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury/Signifying nothing
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Macbeth
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Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully/Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods
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Brutus
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Lord, what fools these mortals be!
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Puck
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My words fly up, my thoughts remain below/Words without thoughts never to heaven go
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King Claudius
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Now is the winter of our discontent/Made glorious summer by this son of York
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Richard III
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O, beware, my lord, of jealousy/It is the green-ey'd monster
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Iago
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O, I am slain!
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Polonius
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Once more unto the breach, dear friends
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Henry V
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Perdition catch my soul/But I do love thee! and when I love thee not/Chaos is come again
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Othello
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The better part of valor is discretion
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Falstaff
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The lady doth protest too much, methinks
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Queen Gertrude
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The play's the thing/Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king
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Hamlet
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We are such stuff/As dreams are made on
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Prospero
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What's in a name? That which we call a rose/By any other word would smell as sweet
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Juliet
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