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

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoy’d no sooner but despised straight.
-Sonnet CXXIX (129)

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

And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus.
Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.
-Henry VI Part 3,
Act I, Scene iv

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

Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,
Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
–Titus Andronicus,
Act II, Scene ii

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
–Richard II,
Act V, Scene v