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Shakespeare Insults
From Cymbeline
Away!, Thou art poison to my blood
O disloyal thing, that shouldst repair my youth, thou heap'st a years age on me
You reek as a sacrifice. Where air comes out, air comes in, there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent
As I told you always, her beauty and her brain go not together
Thou wrong'st a gentleman who is as far from thy report as thou from honour
His beastly mind
A wholesome jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as if I borrowed mine oaths of him
It is fit that I commit offence to my inferiors
Caesar's ambition - which swelled so much that it did almost stretch the sides of the world
Slander, whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue outvenoms all the worms of Nile
This Cloten was a fool, an empty purse, there was no money in it. Not Hercules could have knocked out his brains for he had none
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