Sassy Quotes by William Shakespeare

They are hare-brain'd slaves.

— William Shakespeare

Thou unfit for any place but hell.

— William Shakespeare

Away, you mouldy rogue, away!

— William Shakespeare

Thou whoreson, senseless villain!

— William Shakespeare

He is white-livered and red-faced.

— William Shakespeare

A fusty nut with no kernel.

— William Shakespeare

You are strangely troublesome.

— William Shakespeare

Hang him, swaggering rascal!

— William Shakespeare

Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion!

— William Shakespeare

Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!

— William Shakespeare

I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster!

— William Shakespeare

I wonder that you will still be talking. Nobody marks you.

— William Shakespeare

Thy food is such As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.

— William Shakespeare

I think thy horse will sooner con an oration than thou learn a prayer without book.

— William Shakespeare

Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!

— William Shakespeare

The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.

— William Shakespeare

O you beast! I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, That you shall think the devil is come from hell.

— William Shakespeare

You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.

— William Shakespeare

This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh!

— William Shakespeare

Some report a sea-maid spawn'd him; some that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes…

— William Shakespeare

He is deformed, crooked, old and sere, Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Stigmatical in making, worse in…

— William Shakespeare

Take her away; for she hath lived too long, To fill the world with vicious qualities.

— William Shakespeare

Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born, To signify thou camest to bite the world.

— William Shakespeare

'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like…

— William Shakespeare

Why, this hath not a finger's dignity.

— William Shakespeare

O braggart vile and damned furious wight!

— William Shakespeare

Avaunt, you cullions!

— William Shakespeare

They have a plentiful lack of wit.

— William Shakespeare

They were devils incarnate.

— William Shakespeare

Away! Thou'rt poison to my blood.

— William Shakespeare

Such antics do not amount to a man.

— William Shakespeare

My cousin's a fool, and thou art another.

— William Shakespeare

I scorn you, scurvy companion.

— William Shakespeare

You had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.

— William Shakespeare

Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!

— William Shakespeare

More of your conversation would infect my brain.

— William Shakespeare

You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.

— William Shakespeare

There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune.

— William Shakespeare

I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, And with the other fling it at thy face.

— William Shakespeare

No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger.

— William Shakespeare