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Shakespeare Insults
From Henry VI Part 2
Contemptuous base born callet
Base dunghill villain and mechanical, I'll have thy head.
Sit there, the lyingest knave in Christendom
A wonder and a pointing stock to every idle rascal
Small curs are not regarded when they grin
Beauforts red sparkling eyes blab his hearts malice, and Suffolks cloudy brew his stormy hate
You put sharp weapons in a madmans hands
Base slave, thy words are blunt, and so art thou
Wedded be thou to the hags of hell
His breath stinks with eating toasted cheese
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