King Lear1984

Kent:
Fellow, I know thee.

Oswald:
What dost thou know me for?

Kent:
A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking, whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mongrel b*tch; one whom I will beat into clamorous whining if thou deny'st the least syllable of thy addition.