Birds of a Feather
I scorn you, scurvy companion.
-Henry IV Part 2,
Act II, Scene iv

I scorn you, scurvy companion.
-Henry IV Part 2,
Act II, Scene iv

Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle
in my corrupted blood… But I’ll not chide thee.
-King Lear,
Act II, Scene ii

Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say,
Become some women best, so that there be not
Too much hair there, but in a semicircle
Or a half-moon made with a pen.
–Winter’s Tale,
Act II, Scene i

God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.
–Merchant of Venice,
Act I, Scene ii

Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon.
—Timon of Athens,
Act IV, Scene iii

Marry, sir, you must send the ass upon the horse,
for he is very slow-gaited.
—Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act III, Scene i

A message well sympathized;
a horse to be ambassador for an ass…
—Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act III, Scene i