Miscellaneous

Shakespearean Insults

"(Stabbing him) What, you egg?"

"Thou art as loathsome as a toad."

"Methinks thou art a general offence, and every man should beat thee."

"Your brain is a dry as the remainder biscuit after a voyage."

"My face is not worth sunburning."

"Thou art as fat as butter."

"I do desire we may be better strangers."

"More of your conversation would infect my brain."

"I wonder that you will still be talking. Nobody marks you."

"They lie deadly that tell you you have good faces."

"Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit, for I am sick when I do look on thee."

"Villian, I have done thy mother."

"Thou art unfit for any place but hell."

"Away, you mouldy rogue, away!"

"The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes."

"Thou whoreson, senseless villian!"

"I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands."

"Rogue, thou hast liv'd too long."