Unkind
She is spread of late
Into a goodly bulk: good time encounter her!
–Winter’s Tale,
Act II, Scene i

She is spread of late
Into a goodly bulk: good time encounter her!
–Winter’s Tale,
Act II, Scene i

Thou subtle, perjur’d, false, disloyal man!
Think’st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless,
To be seduced by thy flattery?
–Two Gentlemen of Verona,
Act IV, Scene ii

For every trifle are they set upon me…
like hedgehogs which
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount
Their pricks at my footfall.
–The Tempest,
Act II, Scene ii

You have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness.
–Much Ado About Nothing,
Act V, Scene iv

In his brain,
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm’d
With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms.
–As You Like It,
Act II, Scene vii

You bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!…
Hang, cur! Hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!
–The Tempest,
Act I, Scene i

A trim exploit, a manly enterprise
To conjure tears up in a poor maid’s eyes
With your derision! None of noble sort
Would so offend a virgin, and extort
A poor soul’s patience, all to make your sport.
–Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act II, Scene ii