Henry IV, Part 1
ACT II. SCENE IV. 244-245
Fal. 'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried
neat's-tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stockfish- O for breath
to utter what is like thee!- you tailor's yard, you sheath, you
bowcase, you vile standing tuck!
But that really was a name for a dick back then. I wouldnt say its Bill's fault....
Blame all the idiots who insist on speaking as if they weren't raised with an education.
