Oh, were mine eyeballs into bullets turned, That I in rage might shoot them at your faces! – William Shakespeare Henry VI Part 1, Act 4, Scene 7.
Drones suck not eagles’ blood but rob bee-hives. – William Shakespeare Henry VI Part 2, Act 4, Scene 1.
It is impossible that I should die By such a lowly vassal as thyself. – William Shakespeare Henry VI Part 2, Act 4, Scene 1.
Will you credit this base drudge’s words, That speaks he knows not what? – William Shakespeare Henry VI Part 2, Act 4, Scene 2.
Base dunghill villain, and mechanical, I’ll have thy head for this. – William Shakespeare Henry VI Part 2, Act 1, Scene 3.
He can speak French; and therefore he is a traitor. – William Shakespeare Henry VI Part 2, Act 4, Scene 2.
Hang him with his pen and his ink-horn about his neck. – William Shakespeare Henry VI Part 2, Act 4, Scene 2.
Base slave, thy words are blunt, and so art thou. – William Shakespeare Henry VI Part 2, Act 4, Scene 1.
Heap of wrath, foul indigested lump, As crooked in thy manners as thy shape! – William Shakespeare Henry VI Part 2, Act 5, Scene 1.
Take heed, lest by your heat you burn yourselves. – William Shakespeare Henry VI Part 2, Act 5, Scene 1.