King John
Your face hath got five hunderd
pounds a year, Yet sell you face for five pence and 'tis dear, Madam, I'll
follow you unto the death.
----King John 1. 1.
I'll smoke your skin-coat.
----King John 2. 1. 139
I would set an ox-head to your lion's
hide and make a monster of you.
----King John 2. 1. 292-93
[Thou art] grim,
Ugly, and sland'rous to thy mother's womb,
Full of unpleasing blots and sightless stains,
Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,
Patch'd with foul moles and eye-offending marks.
----King John 2. 2. 43-47
[You] rash, inconsiderate, firey voluntaries, With ladies'
faces and fierce dragons' spleens!
---King John 2. 2. 67-68
Fear not if it's not enough, there is always more to come!
