Shame
Blush, Blush, thou lump of foul deformity;
For ’tis thy presence that exhales this blood
From cold and empty veins.
–Richard III,
Act I, Scene ii
Blush, Blush, thou lump of foul deformity;
For ’tis thy presence that exhales this blood
From cold and empty veins.
–Richard III,
Act I, Scene ii
If the enemy is an ass and a fool and a prating coxcomb,
is it meet, think you, that we should also, look you,
be an ass and a fool and a prating coxcomb?
In your own conscience now?
-Henry V,
Act IV, Scene i
I scorn you, scurvy companion.
-Henry IV Part 2,
Act II, Scene iv
And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus.
Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.
-Henry VI Part 3,
Act I, Scene iv
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
–Richard II,
Act V, Scene v
O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes’ favours!
–Henry VIII,
Act III, Scene ii

Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum;
And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
Like rivers of remorse and innocency.
–King John,
Act IV, Scene iii