GetSpeech requires a string formatted phrase from one of Shakespeare's plays as input. The speech, speaker, and play will be returned as an XML string. Sample Shakespeare Phrases: To be, or not to be | My kingdom for a horse | Get thee to a nunnery | There are more things in heaven and earth | I will wear my heart upon my sleeve | When beggars die, there are no comets seen | Lord, what fools these mortals be | Et tu, Brute | Sound and fury | Friends, romans, countrymen | Something wicked this way comes | To sleep: perchance to dream | Green-eyed monster | This was the noblest Roman of them all | Oft expectation fails and most oft there Where most it promises | Eye of newt and toe of frog | Frailty, thy name is woman | What light through yonder window breaks | Think you I am no stronger than my sex | Cowards die many times before their deaths | How poor are they that have not patience | Quality of mercy | My words fly up, my thoughts remain below | Bell, book, and candle | Something is rotten in the state of Denmark | Beware the ides of March | A stage where every man must play a part | Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't | Is this a dagger which I see before me | Now go we in content To liberty and not to banishment | Band of brothers | Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him | The world's mine oyster | Nothing will come of nothing | That man that hath a tongue | All the world's a stage | The course of true love never did run smooth | Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind | Let every eye negotiate for itself | Kiss me, Kate | The play 's the thing | I am constant as the northern star | The man that hath no music in himself | We are such stuff As dreams are made on | This was the most unkindest cut of all | Journeys end in lovers meeting | Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look | My only love sprung from my only hate | I am fortune's fool | Loved not wisely but too well | O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me | When shall we three meet again | A plague o' both your houses | Out, damned spot | To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow | Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie | Not that I loved Caesar less | Winter of our discontent | Parting is such sweet sorrow | O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo | The lady protests too much, methinks | What a piece of work is a man | The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars | All that glitters is not gold | What's in a name | Thus with a kiss I die