Pious Pervert
Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand!
Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back.
Thou hotly lusts to use her in that kind
For which thou whip’st her.
–King Lear,
Act IV, Scene vi
Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand!
Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back.
Thou hotly lusts to use her in that kind
For which thou whip’st her.
–King Lear,
Act IV, Scene vi
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray’s
In deepest consequence.
–Macbeth,
Act I, Scene iii
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.
—Julius Caesar,
Act III, Scene ii
Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
—Macbeth,
Act I, Scene iv
He would pun thee into shivers with his fist, as a sailor breaks a biscuit.
–Troilus and Cressida,
Act II, Scene i
A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud,
shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy,
worsted-stocking knave; a lily-liver’d, action-taking, whoreson.
—King Lear,
Act II, Scene ii
Villain, I have done thy mother.
–Titus Andronicus,
Act IV, Scene ii