O faithless coward! O dishonest wretch! Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?
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.
They are hare-brain'd slaves.
They were devils incarnate.