Anger and Indignation

I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers; How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!

How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object!

You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live.

Now, infidel, I have thee on the hip.

A Daniel, still say I; a second Daniel! I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.

I have a daughter; Would any of the stock of Barabbas Had been her husband rather than a Christian!

What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?

Thou call’dst me dog before thou hadst a cause, But, since I am a dog, beware my fangs.

There’s something tells me, but it is not love, I would not lose you; and you know yourself, Hate counsels not in such a quality.

O father Abram! what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect The thoughts of others.

For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spet upon my Jewish gaberdine.

Cursed be my tribe, If I forgive him!

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

How like a fawning publican he looks! I hate him for he is a Christian.

And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call’d them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corpse Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

You tread upon my patience.

The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

Tempt not a desperate man.

This music mads me: let it sound no more.

The caterpillars of the commonwealth, Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.

Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle.

That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.

A scepter snatch’d with an unruly hand Must be as boisterously maintain’d as gain’d; And he that stands upon a slippery place Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.

The sun’s o’ercast with blood: fair day, adieu! Which is the side that I must go withal? I am with both: each army hath a hand; And in their rage, I having hold of both, They whirl asunder and dismember me.