Come, thou tortoise!
William ShakespeareMots clés the-tempest prospero shakespearean-insult
Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam
Mots clés the-tempest prospero shakespearean-insult
As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed
With raven's feather from unwholesom fen
Drop on you both! A southwest blow on ye
And blister you all o'er!
Mots clés caliban the-tempest shakespearean-insult
For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps,
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins
Shall forth at vast of night that they may work
All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made 'em.
Mots clés the-tempest prospero shakespearean-insult
Ah, kill me with your weapon, not with words.
William ShakespeareMots clés henry-vi
O be some other name.
William ShakespeareWhat art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death.
William ShakespeareMots clés death tybalt benvolio
Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.
William ShakespeareThe ultimate measure of love is not when both like each other
Its when one ignores but the other continues to love till the end.
Naught's had, all's spent,
Where our desire is got without content.
'Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
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