Shakespeare’s Insult of the Week
sirken:
“You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat’s-tongue, you bull’s pizzle, you stock-fish—O for breath to utter what is like thee!—you tailor’s-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck!”
— Henry IV, Part 1
Translation: You penis, you penis, you penis, you penis, you penis… you penis, you penis, you penis, you penis!
(Source: alwaysiambic)
scary-le-roy:
omg you guys i never properly appreciated this scene
so boss bitch and his brothers are standing there being sad
and thomas is like, sorry you are about to get so royally fucked, lord chief justice

(and john and humphrey are like, yeah, the fact that you’re so fucked is really sad. for you. this is my sympathetic face, in case you couldn’t tell. it looks a lot like my “thinking about murdering you” face, i can’t help it i’m a plantagenet)
and lcj is like, i mean i get that hal doesn’t like me, but i only did what my honor dictated…

and he looks to warwick and westmoreland for support and they’re just like, you do not seem to be grasping the extent to which you are totally fucked, please stop talking to us we don’t want to be tainted by your loser germs

but omg the best part is at the end because the boys walk away
and thomas pauses and turns his head like he’s about to say one more thing
AND WARWICK CLEARS HIS THROAT REALLY REALLY REALLY LOUDLY AND THOMAS TURNS HIS FACE AWAY AND KEEPS WALKING

AND
I
DIED