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- Ajax: Thou bitch-wolf's son, canst thou not hear? Feel then. (en)
- Ay fukkand lyke ane furious fornicatour (en)
- I will no longer keep it secret: (en)
- Like ane boisteous bull, ye rin and ryde (en)
- Royatouslie, lyke ane rude rubatour (en)
- Thersites: The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel beef-witted lord! (en)
- hardly worse than thyself. (en)
- it was with thy sister (en)
- thou hadst such a son (en)
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