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Shakespeare Insults
From King John
On my knee I give heaven thanks that I am not like to thee
He hath a half face
If is name be George, I'll call him Peter
What cracker is this same that deafs our ears with this abundance of superfluous breath
So vile a lout
That same purpose clanger, that sly devil, that broker that still breaks the pate of faith, that daily break vow
This bawd, this broker, this all changing word
What a fool art thou, a rampaging fool, to brag and stamp and swear
Thou odoriferous stench, sound rottenness
Thy detestable bones
Out, dunghill
Thou art more deep damned than Prince Lucifer
There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell as thou shall be
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