Thou art "A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats, a base, proud,
shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound filthy worsted-stocking
knave, a lily-livered, action-taking, whoreson, glass-gazing,
super-servicable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that
wouldst be a bawd in way of good service, and art nothing but the
composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a
mongrel bitch, one whom I will beat into clamorous whining if thou deniest
the least syllable of thy addition."

                                        The Tragedy of King Lear 2.2.13-22