cimorene

--cim. maybe more shakespearean insults could cheer me up. previous installments [i] and [ii ].

let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool nowhere but in's own house. he is in heaven. send thither to see. if your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th'other place yourself. you tread upon my patience. how now, wool-sack, what mutter you? were't not for laughing i should pity him.

one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool nowhere but in's own house.

though it makes the unskilful laugh, it cannot but make the judicious grieve.

this courtesy is not of the right breed.

i took thee for thy better.

assume a virtue if you have it not.

he is in heaven. send thither to see. if your messenger find him not there, seek him i' th'other place yourself.
-hamlet

thou has the most unsavory similes.

o, if men were to be saved by merit, what hole in hell would be hot enough for you?

how agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, that thou soldest him on good friday last, for a cup of madeira and a cold capon's leg?

you tread upon my patience.

what a slovenly unhandsome corse!

were't not for laughing i should pity him.

such a dish of skim milk!

how now, wool-sack, what mutter you?

peace, good pint-pot, peace, good tickle-brain.

do thou amend thy face, and i'll amend my life.
-henry iv, part 1