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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