Act III, scene iv

Quotes Act III, scene iv
You go not til I set you up a glass
Where you may see the inmost part of you
How now! A rat! Dead for a ducat, dead!
Thou turn’st my eyes into my very soul
And there I see such black and grieved spots
Nay, but to live
In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed
Stewed in corruption, honeying and making love
Over the nasty sty