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
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.