more of shakespearean mud-slinging
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cimorene(the first 3 plays' worth are here.)
there's many a man hath more hair than wit. what a mountain of mad flesh! you brace of unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates! be mocked for valiant ignorance, and perish common fools. she's outpriz'd by a trifle.
there's many a man hath more hair than wit.
she would have me as a beast, not that i being a beast she would have me, but that she being a very beastly creature lays claim to me.
she is swart like my shoe, but her face nothing like so clean kept.
what a mountain of mad flesh!
-the comedy of errors
he that will give good words to thee will flatter beneath abhorring.
all the contagion of the south light on you!
you brace of unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates!
more of your conversation would infect my brain.
he seeks their hate with greater devotion than they can render it him.
breath of garlic-eaters!
be mocked for valiant ignorance, and perish common fools.
-coriolanus
thou'rt poison to my blood.
you had measur'd how long a fool you were upon the ground.
she's outpriz'd by a trifle.
here comes a flattering rascal.
a whoreson jackanapes that takes me up for swearing, as if i borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure.
-cymbeline
there's many a man hath more hair than wit. what a mountain of mad flesh! you brace of unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates! be mocked for valiant ignorance, and perish common fools. she's outpriz'd by a trifle.
there's many a man hath more hair than wit.
she would have me as a beast, not that i being a beast she would have me, but that she being a very beastly creature lays claim to me.
she is swart like my shoe, but her face nothing like so clean kept.
what a mountain of mad flesh!
-the comedy of errors
he that will give good words to thee will flatter beneath abhorring.
all the contagion of the south light on you!
you brace of unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates!
more of your conversation would infect my brain.
he seeks their hate with greater devotion than they can render it him.
breath of garlic-eaters!
be mocked for valiant ignorance, and perish common fools.
-coriolanus
thou'rt poison to my blood.
you had measur'd how long a fool you were upon the ground.
she's outpriz'd by a trifle.
here comes a flattering rascal.
a whoreson jackanapes that takes me up for swearing, as if i borrowed mine oaths of him, and might not spend them at my pleasure.
-cymbeline
