C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Back to thy punishment,
False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings,
Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue Thy lingring.
I prythee take thy fingers from my throat;
Sir, though I am not splenetive and rash,
Yet have I something in me dangerous, Which let thy wiseness fear: away thy hand.
For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl;
He that stirs next to carve for his own rage, Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion.
Set hills on hills betwixt me and the man
That utters this, and I will scale them all;
And from the utmost top fall on his neck, Like thunder from a cloud.
Beaumont and Fletcher.
Horrible villain! or Ill spurn thine eyes
Like balls before me; Ill unhair thy head;
Thou shalt be whipt with wire, and stewd in brine, Smarting in lingring pickle.
Leave wringing of your hands: Peace; sit you down,
And let me wring your heart: for so I shall,
If it be made of penetrable stuff;
If damned custom have not brazd it so, That it be proof and bulwark against sense.
I consider it a mark of great prudence in a man to abstain from threats or any contemptuous expressions, for neither of these weaken the enemy, but threats make him more cautious, and the other excites his hatred, and a desire to revenge himself.
Stand there, damnd meddling villain, and be silent;
For if thou uttrest but a single word,
A cough or hem, to cross me in my speech,
Ill send thy cursed spirit from the earth, To bellow with the damnd!