To be or not to be
This sceptred isle
Is this a dagger?
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
All the world's a stage
Once more unto the breach
Alas poor Yorick!
There is a tide in the affairs of men
A rose by any other name
Now is the winter of our discontent
When shall we three meet again?
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
The quality of mercy is not strain'd
If music be the food of love, play on
The lady doth protest too much
My kingdom for a horse
The Royal Shakespeare Company
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