My cousin's a fool, and thou art another.
A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.
I know her spirits are as coy and wild as haggerds of the rock.
Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves;
Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come in her presence.
Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such a face as yours were.
Away! You are an ass, you are an ass.
You are a villain; I jest not.
But fare thee well, most foul, most fair! Farewell, Thou pure impiety and impious purity!