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Shakespeare Insults
From A Midsummer Night's Dream
Ill met by moonlight
Rash wanton
You heart hearted adamant
Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit, for I am sick when I do look on thee
I do repent the tedious minutes I with her have spent
What hempen homespun have we swaggering here
If you were men, as men you are in show, you would not use a gentle lady so
Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, no touch of bashfulness
This is the silliest stuff that I ever heard
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