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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd. You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. Click Here to Request More Info I cannot blame her: by God's holy mother, Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn, For in that sin he is as deep as I. I can no more:--the king, the king's to blame. His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt | The youth you breathe of guilty, be assur'd |
So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin: Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! The sin of my ingratitude even now O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!-- As blameful as the executioner? The king mine uncle is to blame for this: That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, I now repent I told the pursuivant, Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Within the guilty closure of thy walls And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- Your loneliness.--We are oft to blame in this,--