“Here is your husband, like a mildew’d ear / Blasting his wholesome brother.Act III, Scene 4 · Hamlet · ★★★★☆→
“A bloody deed. Almost as bad, good mother, / As kill a king and marry with his brother.Act III, Scene 4 · Hamlet · ★★★★☆→
“You are the Queen, your husband’s brother’s wife, / And, would it were not so. You are my mother.Act III, Scene 4 · Hamlet · ★★★★☆→
“Come, come, and sit you down, you shall not budge. / You go not till I set you up a glass / Where you may see the inmost part of you.Act III, Scene 4 · Hamlet · ★★★★☆→
“Such an act / That blurs the grace and blush of modesty, / Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose / From the fair forehead of an innocent love, / And sets a blister there.Act III, Scene 4 · Hamlet · ★★★★☆→
“Leave wringing of your hands. Peace, sit you down, / And let me wring your heart, for so I shall, / If it be made of penetrable stuff;Act III, Scene 4 · Hamlet · ★★★★☆→
“Look here upon this picture, and on this, / The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.Act III, Scene 4 · Hamlet · ★★★★☆→
