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Shakespeare Insults
From Henry IV Part 1
I see a good amendment of life in thee, from praying to purse taking
There is neither honesty, manhood or good fellowship in thee.
You tread upon my patience
He made me mad to see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, and talk so like a waiting gentlewoman
We leak in your chimney and your chamber lye breeds fleas like a loach
Peace, ye fat guts
There is no more valour in that Poins than in a wild duck
Falstaff sweats to death and lards the lean earth as he walks along
Out, you mad headed ape. A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen as you are tossed with
Why, thou clay brained guts, thou knotty pated fool, thou whoreson obscene greasy tallow catch
What a slave art thou to hack thy sword as thou hast done, and then say it was in a fight
Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life
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