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Shakespeare Insults
From Henry VI Part 1
The terror of the French, the scarecrow that affrights our children so.
Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heel and make a quagmire of your mingled brains
I will chastise this high minded strumpet
Go forward, and be choked with thy ambition
Vile fiend and shameless courtesan
Be packing
O, were mine eye bans into bullets turned, that in a rage I might shoot them at your faces
You, that are polluted with your lusts, stained with the guiltless blood of innocents, corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices.
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