Act 3 Scene 4
Updated: 1/29/2021
Act 3 Scene 4

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  • Thou canst not say I did it. Never shakeThy gory locks at me.
  • Sit, worthy friends. My lord is often thusAnd hath been from his youth. Pray you, keep seat.The fit is momentary
  • Prithee, see there! Behold! Look! Lo!
  • If I stand here, I saw him.
  • What, quite unmanned in folly?
  • Fie, for shame!
  • Avaunt, and quit my sight! Letthe earth hide thee.Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold.Thou hast no speculation in those eyesWhich thou dost glare with!
  • Think of this, good peers,But as a thing of custom. 'Tis no other;Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.