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A plague o' both your houses!
Something Wicked This Way Comes (mask)
All the world’s a stage And all the men and women merely players
Et tu, Brute!
We are such stuff As dreams are made on
Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't
This above all: to thine ownself be true
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous
Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under ‘t.
O brave new world, That has such people in ’t!
Once more unto the breach
Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under ‘t.
Men of few words are the best men
Hell is empty And all the devils are here.
the game is afoot
Why, then the world's my oyster
Why, then the world's my oyster (SE)
You pay a great deal too dear for what’s given freely
Wherefore art thou Romeo?
We are such stuff As dreams are made on
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so
That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet
That which we call a rose By any name would smell as sweet
Parting is such sweet sorrow
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!
For the rain, it raineth every day
I like this place And willingly could waste my time in it.
Something wicked this way comes.
a heart of gold
More sinned against than sinning.
what an ass am I!
Commit the oldest sins
To be or not to be (mask)
Though this is madness (mask)
Though this be madness (mask white)
To be or not to be (mask white)
Something wicked this way comes (mask white)
A heart of gold (mask white)
Heart of Gold (mask black)
To thine own self be true (mask white)
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!
For the rain it raineth every day
Is this a dagger which I see before me
To be, or not to be
A plague o' both your houses!
Nothing will come of nothing
Hell is empty And all the devils are here
He hath an excellent stomach.


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