The usual suspects: Hamlet, Macbeth and Richard III, with a dash of Titus Andronicus and Coriolanus. I don't know why some of the yellow text is spaced away from the red.

(1)Saturninus. Noble patricians, patrons of my right,
Defend the justice of my cause with arms;
And, countrymen, my loving followers,
Plead my successive title with your swords.
I am his first born son that was the last
That ware the imperial diadem of Rome.
Then let my father’s bones live in me,
Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.
(Titus Andronicus, I.i, 1-8)

Polonius. What is't, Ophelia, he hath said to you?

Ophelia. (2) So please you, something touching the Lord Hamlet.

Polonius. Marry, well bethought:
'Tis told me, he hath very oft of late
Given private time to you, and you yourself
Have of your audience been most free and bounteous:
If it be so— as so 'tis put on me,
And that in way of caution— I must tell you,
You do not understand yourself so clearly
As it behooves my daughter and your honor.
What is between you? give me up the truth.
(Hamlet, I.iii, 88-98)

Claudius. ...But to the quick of the ulcer—
Hamlet comes back; what would you undertake
To show yourself in deed your father’s son
More than in words?

Laertes. To cut his throat i’ th’ church!

Claudius. No place indeed should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have no bounds...
(Hamlet, IV.vii, 123-128)

Duchess of York. I had a Richard too, and thou didst kill him;
I had a Rutland too, thou holp’st to kill him.

Margaret. Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard killed him.
From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept
(3) A hellhound that doth hunt us all to death.
That dog that had his teeth before his eyes
To worry lambs and lap their gentle blood,
That foul defacer of God’s handiwork,
That excellent grand tyrant of the earth
That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls,
Thy womb let loose to chase us to our graves.
O upright, just, and true-disposing God,
How do I thank thee that this carnal cur
Preys on the issue of his mother’s body
And makes her pewfellow with others’ moan!
(Richard III, IV.iv, 44-58)

Richard’s oration to his army

Richard. What shall I say more than I have inferred?
Remember whom you are to cope withal,
A sort of vagabonds, rascals, and runaways,
A scum of Britains and base lackey peasants,
Whom their o’ercloyed country vomits forth
To desperate ventures and assured destruction.
You sleeping safe, they bring to you unrest;
You having lands, and blest with beauteous wives,
They would distrain the one, distain the other.
And who doth lead them but a paltry fellow,
Long kept in Britain at our mother’s cost,
A milksop, one that never in his life
Felt so much cold as over shoes in snow?
Let’s whip these stragglers o’er the seas again,
Lash hence these overweening rags of France,
These famished beggars, weary of their lives,
Who, but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
For want of means, poor rats, had hanged themselves.
If we be conquered, let men conquer us,
And not these bastard Britains, whom our fathers
Have in their own land beaten, bobbed, and thumped,
And in record left them the heirs of shame.
Shall these enjoy our lands? Lie with our wives?
Ravish our daughters? (drum far off) Hark! I hear their drum.
Fight, gentlemen of England! (5) Fight, bold yeoman!
Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head!
Spur your proud horses hard and ride in blood!
Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!
(Richard III, V.iii, 315-342)

First citizen. Our sufferance is a gain to them. Let us revenge this with our pikes ere we become rakes; for the gods I know speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.

Second citizen. (7) Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius?

All. Against him first. He’s a very dog to the commonalty.
(Coriolanus, I.i, 20-27)

Second murderer. We shall, my lord,
Perform what you command us.

First murderer. Though our lives—

Macbeth. (8) Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most
I will advise you where to plant yourselves.
Acquaint you with the perfect spy o’ the time,
The moment on’t, for ‘t must be done tonight,
And something from the palace; always thought
That I require a clearness. And with him—
Leave no rubs nor botches in the work—
Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
Whose absence is no less material to me
Than is his father’s, must embrace the fate
Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart;
I’ll come to you anon.

Both murderers. We are resolved, my lord.

Macbeth. I’ll call upon you straight. Abide within.
(exeunt murderers)
It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul’s flight,
If it it find heaven, must find it out tonight.
(Macbeth, III.ii, 127-143)

Margaret. So now prosperity begins to mellow
And drop into the rotten mouth of death.
Here in these confines slily have I lurked
To watch the waning of mine enemies.
A dire induction am I witness to,
And will to France, hoping the consequence
Will prove as bitter, black, and tragical.
Withdraw thee, wretched Margaret. Who comes here?
(Richard III, IV.iv, 1-8)