The Shakespeare's Opening Lines quiz

Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus: Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

Sir Hugh, persuade me not; I will make a Star Chamber matter of it; if he were twenty Sir John Falstaffs, he shall not abuse Robert Shallow, esquire.

Proceed, Solinus, to procure me fall, And by the doom of death and woes and all.

Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live regist'red upon our brazen tombs, And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, Th'endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, And make us heirs of all eternity.

In sooth, I know not why I am so sad.

In delivering my son from me, I bury a second husband.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom of a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!

Before we proceed any further, hear me speak.

Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

Hence! home, you idle creatures, get you home. Is this a holiday?

When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

I thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall.

You do not meet a man but frowns; our bloods No more obey the heavens than our courtiers Still seem as does the King's.

To sing a song that old was sung, From ashes ancient Gower is come, Assuming man's infirmities, To glad your ear and please your eyes.