| Quote | Play | Character |
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| By this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth. | |
| Mome, malthorse, capon, coxcomb, idiot, patch… | |
| A knave, beggar, coward, pander and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch; one whom I will beat into clamorous whining if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition. | |
| O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou wicked Hannibal! | |
| I will deal in poison with thee, or in bastinado, or in steel. I will bandy with thee in faction; I will o’er-run thee with policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways. | |
| Pistol’s cock is up, and flashing fire will follow. | |
| Fie, thou dishonest Satan! (I call thee by the most modest terms, for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy.) | |
| Your hearts I’ll stamp out with my horse’s heels and make a quagmire of your mingled brains. | |
| I will beat thee into handsomeness. | |
| | Quote | Play | Character |
|---|
| Let him that makes but trifles of his eyes first hand me. | |
| Sblood, you starveling, you eel-skin, you dried neat’s tongue, you bull’s pizzle, you stock-fish! | |
| I’ll spurn thine eyes like balls before me! I’ll unhair thy head! Thou shalt be whipped with wire and stewed in brine, smarting in lingering pickle! | |
| O villain! Thou wilt be condemned into everlasting redemption for this. | |
| Thou elvish-marked, abortive rooting-hog!...Thou slander of thy heavy mother’s womb, thou loathed issue of thy father’s loins, thou rag of honour, thou detested— | |
| Thou liest, thou thread, thou thimble, thou yard, three-quarters, half-yeard, quarter, nail! Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou! | |
| Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you baggage! You tallow face! | |
| For, though I am not splenative rash, yet have I in me something dangerous which let thy wisdom fear. | |
| Get you gone, you dwarf! You minimus, of hindering knotgrass made! You bead, you acorn! | |
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