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I grant him bloody,
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,
Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin
That has a name.
Macbeth (1605)
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Richard III (1591)
What a frosty-spirited rogue is this!
The worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul!
Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st,
And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!
Richard III (1591)
I know myself now; and I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities;
A still and quiet conscience.
Henry VIII (1613)
I thought the remnant of mine age
Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty.
Though I am not splenitive and rash,
Yet have I something in me dangerous.
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles;
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate;
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His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.
Thou art most rich, being poor;
Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd!
Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon.
King Lear (1608)
O do not slander him, for he is kind.
Right; as snow in harvest.
Richard III (1591)
He wants wit that wants resolved will.
I do perceive here a divided duty.
Othello (1603)
They are our outward consciences.
Henry V (1599)
Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use, and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,
But never tax'd for speech.
Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstacy.
Macbeth (1605)
What trade art thou? answer me directly.
A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed sir, a mender of bad soles.
Julius Cæsar (1599)
Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devis'd at first to keep the strong in awe;
Our strong arms be our conscience, swords our law.
Richard III (1591)
I know thou art religious,
And hast a thing within thee called conscience,
With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies,
Which I have seen thee careful to observe.
How this grace
Speaks his own standing! what a mental power
This eye shoots forth! How big imagination
Moves in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture
One might interpret.
Soft, I did but dream.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
Richard III (1591)