The Tragedy of King Lear

What dost thou know me for?" - "A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking whoreson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into a clamorous whining, if thou denyest the least syllable of thy addition.

Quoted on April 10, 2013

Do; Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow Upon the foul disease. Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat, I'll tell thee thou dost evil.

Quoted on April 10, 2013