Pickle
The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.
–Coriolanus
Act V, Scene iv

The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.
–Coriolanus
Act V, Scene iv
…are you mad? or what are you? Have ye no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night?
–Twelfth Night,
Act II, Scene iii

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
Make deeds ill done!…
And thou, to be endeared to a king,
Made it no conscience to destroy a prince.
–King John,
Act IV, Scene ii

Take but good note, and you shall see in him
The triple pillar of the world transform’d
Into a strumpet’s fool: behold and see.
–Antony and Cleopatra,
Act I, Scene i
I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
–Henry VI Part 1,
Act II, Scene iv
Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose,
Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent!
—A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act III, Scene ii
…this is no world
To play with mammets and to tilt with lips:
We must have bloody noses and crack’d crowns,
And pass them current too.
–Henry IV Part 1,
Act II, Scene iii