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Shakespeare Insults
From Macbeth
You should be women and yet your beards forbid me to interpret that you are so
Whose horrible image doth unfix my hair and make my seated heart knock at my ribs
In swinish sleep their drenched natures lie
Destroy your sight with a new Gorgon
Where we are there's daggers in mens smiles
You secret, black and midnight hags
You egg, you fry of treachery
Fit to govern, No, not to live
A dwarfish theif
All that is within him does condemn itself for being there
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing
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