Status Updates From Macbeth

LADY M
The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood,
Stop up th’access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
Th’effect and it... [cont..]

Hamlet's, 'One may smile and smile and be a villain, finds companionable thought, here, in King Duncan's, 'There's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face.'

Banquo to the witches:

... You should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.

I'm disappointed I didn't start a catalogue of Shakespearean insults with Hamlet and Midsummer; they're an absolute treasure trove. Better late than never, I guess. No one roasts like the bard.