Self-Destructive Fool
Why strew’st thou sugar on that bottled spider,
Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?
Fool, fool! Thou whet’st a knife to kill thyself.
-Richard III,
Act I, Scene iii

Why strew’st thou sugar on that bottled spider,
Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?
Fool, fool! Thou whet’st a knife to kill thyself.
-Richard III,
Act I, Scene iii
I am not in the giving vein to-day.
-Richard III,
Act IV, Scene ii
Never hung poison on a fouler toad.
Out of my sight! Thou dost infect my eyes.
–Richard III,
Act I, Scene ii
If heaven have any grievous plague in store
Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee,
O, let them keep it till thy sins be ripe,
And then hurl down their indignation.
—Richard III,
Act I, Scene iii
Blush, Blush, thou lump of foul deformity;
For ’tis thy presence that exhales this blood
From cold and empty veins.
–Richard III,
Act I, Scene ii

And thus I clothe my naked villany
With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
-Richard III,
Act I, Scene iii

…And thou unfit for any place but hell.
-Richard III,
Act I, Scene ii