Threat: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations
Unmanner'd dog! stand thou when I command Advance thy halberd higher than my breast, Or, by St Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot, And spurn upon thee, beggar, for thy boldness. R. III. i. 2 Priest, beware your beard; I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly: Shakesprarian Dictionary. Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat; In spite of pope or dignities of church, Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.— H. VI. PT. 1. 1. 2.
Unhand me, gentlemen ;- By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me. H. i. 4. What say you? Hence, Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head; Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in ling'ring pickle.— A. C. ii.
Therefore hence, begone :- But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee, joint by joint, And strew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs. The time and my intents are savage wild; More fierce, and more inexorable far, Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea.— R. J. v. 3
By my soul, Your long coat, priest, protects you; thou shoulds' feel My sword i' the blood of thee else.— My lords,
Can ye endure to hear this arrogance?- And from this fellow?— H. VIII. iii. 2
Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth this? Are we turn'd Turks; and to ourselves do that Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites? 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.— 0. ii. 3
For your partaker, Poole, and you yourself, I'll note you in my book of memory, To scourge you for this apprehension. Look to it well; and say you are well warn'd.— H. VI. PT. I. ii. 4.
That roars so loud and thunders in the index.— H. iii. 4.
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps: Fill all thy bones with achés, make thee roar, That beasts shall tremble at thy din.— T. i. 2
And he that throws not up his cap for joy, Shall for the fault make forfeit of his head.— H. VI. PT. III. ii, 1
If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.— T. i. 2
Well, go, muster men. But, hear you, leave behind Your son, George Stanley: look your heart be firm, Or else his head's assurance is but frail.— R. III. iv. 4