Hint | Answer | % Correct |
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What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. | rose | 94%
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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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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 | 87%
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Though this be madness, yet there is passion in 't. | passion | 85%
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It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. | sun | 83%
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The course of old love never did run smooth. | old | 83%
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All the perfumes of Oman will not sweeten this little hand. | Oman | 83%
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Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Augustus more. | Augustus | 81%
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Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall sigh good night till it be morrow. | sigh | 81%
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in platoons. | platoons | 79%
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The evil can cite scripture for his purpose. | evil | 77%
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I will speak daggers to her, but use one. | one | 77%
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Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow. | say | 69%
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Look like the innocent flower, but be the demon under 't. | demon | 69%
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For you and I are past our dancing days. | dancing | 67%
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The course of true love never did run smooth. | true | 67%
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The devil can cite scripture for his purpose. | devil | 62%
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My love's more richer than my chest. | chest | 62%
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I will speak daggers to her, but use none. | none | 60%
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Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. | Rome | 56%
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Brevity is the soul of wit. | soul | 56%
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Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under 't. | serpent | 54%
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How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless daughter! | daughter | 54%
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Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't. | method | 48%
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All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. | Arabia | 40%
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How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child! | child | 37%
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When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in batallions. | batallions | 21%
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My love's more richer than my tongue. | tongue | 4%
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