《Shakespearean insults 2021》

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《Shakespearean insults 2021》

• His complexion is perfect gallows.
• The kiss of Judas
• Why, you are so fat, Sir John, that you must needs be out of all compass, out of all reasonable compass, Sir John. Do thou amend thy face, and I’ll amend my life. = You’re so fat, Sir John, that you have no choice but to live out of moderation: moderation could not fit you. You fix your face and I’ll fix my life.
• Love’s labour’s lost
• Thy sin’s not accidental, but a trade. = Your sin was no one-time accident, but a habit.
• measure for measure
• Go thou, and fill another room in hell.
• By my troth, I was seeking for a fool when I found you.
• Your means are very slender, and your waste is great: Your bank account is thin, and yet you put it to huge waste.
• Mad as the sea and wind when both contend which is the mightier.
• You would wound your mother’s honor with this diffidence.
• If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news by playing it to me with so sour a face.
• [You are] a foolish extravagant spirit, a fool of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions.
• sheep-biting face = thieving face
• And put in every honest hand a whip to lash the rascals naked through the world = give a whip to every good man…
• Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
• I warrant, her rags and the tallow in them will burn a Poland winter.
• He will lie with such volubility that you would think truth were a fool.
• And though we lay these honors on this man To ease ourselves of divers slanderous loads, He shall but bear them as the ass bears gold, To groan and sweat under the business, Either led or driven, as we point the way. = And although we’re giving these honors to this man so that he shares some of the blame for what we’re doing, he’ll carry these honors like a jackass carries gold—groaning and sweating under the load, either led or pushed, as we direct him.
• Sense sure you have, Else could you not have motion. But sure that sense Is apoplexed= You must have some sense in your head, since you’re able to get around, but it seems to be paralyzed.
• How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this unpleasing news?
• Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. = Your face betrays strange feelings, my lord, and people will be able to read it like a book.
• You are a globe covered with continents of sin.
• Your words have took much pains as if they labour'd To bring manslaughter into form, and set quarrelling Upon the head of valour.
• The cook helps to make the gluttony.
• I know him a notorious liar, I think him a great way fool.
• For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so too=For silence’s sake, be silent yourself
• You would answer very well to a whipping.
• Thou hadst been better have been born a dog Than answer my waked wrath! = you won’t want to feel my rage!
• Scratching could not make it worse an ’twere such a face as yours were. = If he has a face like yours, a good scratching couldn’t make him look any worse.
• The soul of this man is his clothes.
• His speech, was like a tangled chain; nothing impaired, but all disordered.
• In thy foul throat thou liest. = You’re lying.
• I will speak daggers to her but use none. My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites.= I’ll speak as sharp as a dagger to her, but I won’t use one on her. And so, my words and thoughts will be at odds.
• I am one that converses more with the buttock of the night than with the forehead of the morning.= I stay up late at night and don’t rise early in the morning.
• Such short-lived wits do wither as they grow.
• They will steal anything and call it spoils.
• Let him that moved you hither Remove you hence. = Well, let whoever drove you here drive you back again.
• If I owe you anything, I will pay you in cudgels. = If I owe you anything, I’ll pay you in clubbings.
• Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes. = You’ll fight with a man who’s cracking nuts just because you have hazelnut-colored eyes.
• Why, i' faith, methinks she’s too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise, and too little for a great praise. = Well, it seems to me that she is too short to be praised highly, too dark to be praised fairly, and too small to be praised greatly.
• You are a vagabond and no true traveller.
• Do but encave yourself, And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns That dwell in every region of his face. = So hide here and watch how he sneers at you.
• You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.
• When there is nothing living but thee, thou shalt be welcome.