Hence, horrible villain, or I'll spurn thine eyes like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head, Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd'in brine, smarting in lingering pickle. Antony and Cleopatra
[You] speak an infinite deal of nothing. The Merchant of Venice
[Thou] appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. Hamlet
Thou art unfit for any place but hell. Richard III
Thou whoreson impudent embossed rascal! Henry IV, part I
[Thy] kiss is comfortless as frozen water to a starved snake. Troilus and Cressida
There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune. Henry V
[Thou] small grey coated gnat. Romeo and Juliet
I think thou wast created for men to breath themselves upon thee. All's Well That Ends Well
Thou art so leaky that we must leave thee to thy sinking. Antony and Cleopatra
[Thou] vicious mole of nature! Hamlet
Thou crusty botch of nature! Troilus and Cressida
You should be women, and yet your beards forbid me to interpret that you are so. Macbeth
There's no room for faith, truth, nor honesty in this bosom of thine. It is all filled up with guts and midriff. Henry IV, part I
Thou art so leaky that we must leave thee to thy sinking. Antony and Cleopatra
Thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful dove, or most magnanimous mouse. Henry IV
Thou clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou whoreson obscene greasy tallow-catch! Henry IV, part I
Rogue, thou hast liv'd too long. Antony and Cleopatra
O, [thou art] as tedious as a tired horse, a railing wife, Worse than a smoky house. Henry IV, part I
God hath given you one face and you make yourselves another. Hamlet
Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence, that can yet do thee office? Measure for Measure
Your face is as a book, where men may read strange matters. Macbeth
Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-liver'd boy. Macbeth
I scorn you, scurvy companion. What, you poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen mate! Away, you moldy rogue, away! Henry IV, part 2
Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years? Henry IV, part I
Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age? Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double, your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity? And will you yet call yourself young? Henry IV, part 2
You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave. All's Well that Ends Well
I do desire we may be better strangers. As You Like It
He is deformed, crooked, old and sere, Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Stigmatical in making, worse in mind. The Comedy of Errors
Thou whoreson, senseless villain! The Comedy of Errors
Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all! The Comedy of Errors
This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh! Henry IV
'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 thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck! Henry IV (2.4.227-9)
There’s no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune. Henry IV
O braggart vile and damned furious wight! Henry V