You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat’s-tongue, you bull’s-pizzle, you stock-fish–O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor’s-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck!
–Henry IV Part 1,
Act II, Scene iv
Foul fiend…and hag of all despite.
–Henry VI Part 1,
Act III, Scene ii
What profane wretch art thou?
–Othello,
Act I, Scene i
Thou clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou whoreson obscene greasy tallow-catch!”
–Henry IV Part 1,
Act II, Scene iv
Thou halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act V, Scene i
You bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!…
Hang, cur! Hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!
–The Tempest,
Act I, Scene i
A hungry lean-faced villain,
A mere anatomy, a mountebank,
A threadbare juggler and a fortune-teller,
A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
A dead-looking man.
-Comedy of Errors,
Act V, Scene i