Insults in Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

Notice: While using the sorting box on the left, that the intended use is not that of a filter system. Instead, when any of the checkboxes is selected any insult which has a matching attribute value will be displayed. E.g. If I have selected slander and direct speech, I will get insults that have slander with indirect speech and direct insults with types other than slander. While this system is confusing, it is a product of time limits placed upon the creation of this system.

Insult Type

Personal Attack

Name Calling

Sex/Gender-based Insult

Backhanded Compliment

Slander

Gender

Male to Male

Male to Female

Female to Male

Female to Female

Relationship

Parent to Child

Child to Parent

Sibling to Sibling

Friend to Friend

Couple to Couple

Acquaintance to Acquaintance

Self

Speech Act

Direct

Indirect
Maxim

Qualitative

Quantitative

Relevance

Manner

Illocutionary Acts

Representative

Directive

Commissive

Expressive

Declarative

but to persever In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief; It shows a will most incorrect to heaven, A heart unfortified, or mind impatient, An understanding simple and unschooled

Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers, Not of that dye which their investments show, But mere implorators of unholy suits

The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown.

that incestuous, that adulterate beast

your noble son is mad

you are a fishmonger.

Then I would you were so honest a man.

You cannot take from me any thing that I will not more willingly part withal

These tedious old fools!

that great baby you see there is not yet out of his swaddling-clouts.

Buzz, buzz!

I am pigeon-livered and lack gall

Get thee to a nunnery

Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house

Get thee to a nunnery

You are naught, you are naught

A villain kills my father

this same villain send To heaven.

Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell!

Alas, he's mad!

the bloat king

Who was in life a foolish prating knave.

Mad as the sea and wind

This mad young man

I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.

you false Danish dogs!

The devil take thy soul!

O, he is mad, Laertes.

this water-fly

for 'tis a vice to know him.

This lapwing runs away with the shell on his head.

He's fat, and scant of breath.

Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane