Shakespearean Insults

You are not worth another word, else I’d call you knave.
All’s Well that Ends Well (2.3.262)

I do desire we may be better strangers.
As You Like It (3.2.248)

Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
The Comedy of Errors (4.4.24)

Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!
The Comedy of Errors (4.4.100)

The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.
Coriolanus (5.4.18)

Away! Thou’rt poison to my blood.
Cymbeline (1.1.128)

O braggart vile and damned furious wight!
Henry V (2.1.100)

Avaunt, you cullions!
Henry V (3.2.20)

I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
And with the other fling it at thy face.
3 Henry VI (5.1.51-2)

You are a tedious fool.
Measure for Measure (2.1.113)

Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
Othello (4.2.50)

Thou lump of foul deformity!
Richard III (1.2.58)

Out of my sight! thou dost infect my eyes.
Richard III (1.2.159)

Via Shakespeare Online.


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