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Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court tonight? Cymbeline Act II #ShakespeareSunday

Hark! I hear their drum. Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen! Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood. Richard III Act V #ShakespeareSunday

We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. The Tempest Act IV #ShakespeareSunday

My other self, my counsel's consistory, My oracle, my prophet! My dear cousin, I, like a child, will go by thy direction. Towards Ludlow then, for we'll not stay behind. Richard III Act II #ShakespeareSunday

What say you to young Master Fenton? he capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May: he will carry't, he will carry't; 'tis in his buttons; he will carry't. Merry Wives of Windsor Act III #ShakespeareSunday

Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen. Sonnet 104 #ShakespeareSunday

Lord, who would live turmoiled in the court, And may enjoy such quiet walks as these? Henry VI Part II Act 4 #ShakespeareSunday

Your majestee ave fausse French enough to deceive de most sage demoiselle dat is en France. Henry V Act V #ShakespeareSunday

Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. As You Like It Act II #ShakespeareSunday

Good morrow to my sovereign king and queen. And, princely peers, a happy time of day! Richard III Act II #ShakespeareSunday

You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary, Come hither from the furrow and be merry: Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on And these fresh nymphs encounter every one In country footing. The Tempest Act IV #ShakespeareSunday

Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do! Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine, Those clouds removed, upon our watery eyne. Love's Labour's Lost Act V #ShakespeareSunday

I am a spirit of no common rate; The summer still doth tend upon my state; And I do love thee: therefore, go with me. Midsummer Night's Dream Act III #ShakespeareSunday

Set on your foot, And with a heart new-fired I follow you, To do I know not what. Julius Caesar Act II #ShakespeareSunday

Now for our mountain sport: up to yond hill; Your legs are young; I'll tread these flats. Cymbeline Act III #ShakespeareSunday

Benedick. I have the toothache. Don Pedro. Draw it. Benedick. Hang it! Claudio. You must hang it first, and draw it afterwards. Don Pedro. What! sigh for the toothache? Much Ado About Nothing Act III #ShakespeareSunday

Not so much noise, my lords. Sweet Prince, speak low; The King your father is dispos'd to sleep. Henry IV Part II Act IV #ShakespeareSunday

Never fear that: if he be so resolved, I can o'ersway him; for he loves to hear That unicorns may be betray'd with trees. Julius Caesar Act II #ShakespeareSunday

Where is my strength, my valour, and my force? Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them: A woman clad in armour chaseth them. Henry VI Part 1 #ShakespeareSunday

A trusty villain, sir, that very oft, When I am dull with care and melancholy, Lightens my humour with his merry jests. Comedy of Errors, Act I #ShakespeareSunday