You are a tedious fool.
O you beast! I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, That you shall think the devil is come from hell.
Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!
You are strangely troublesome.
No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger.
I can see his pride Peep through each part of him.
Take her away; for she hath lived too long, To fill the world with vicious qualities.
More of your conversation would infect my brain.
Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born, To signify thou camest to bite the world.
I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, And with the other fling it at thy face.