Insults in A Midsummer Night's Dream

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

Thy crazed title

If not with vantage

Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry

Upon this spotted and inconstant man.

Some of your French crowns have no hair at all

jealous Oberon

shrewd and knavish sprite

are not you he That frights the maidens of the villagery

sometimes labour in the quern And bootless make the breathless huswife churn; And sometime make the drink to bear no barm; Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?

Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.

jealous Oberon

hard-hearted adamant

For I am sick when I do look on thee.

vile name

O monstrous! O strange!

I see their knavery

that same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef

a monster

A crew of patches, rude mechanicals

The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort

Out, dog! out, cur!

thou serpent

A trim exploit, a manly enterprise

Never did mockers waste more idle breath.

Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid!

contrived

persever, counterfeit sad looks

Make mouths upon me when I turn my back; Wink each at other; hold the sweet jest up

thou cat, thou burr! vile thing

Why are you grown so rude?

tawny Tartar

loathed medicine

hated potion

you juggler! you cankerblossom!

You thief of love!

Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, No touch of bashfulness?

you counterfeit, you puppet, you!

thou painted Maypole?

she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen

And though she be but little, she is fierce. “ Little ” again! nothing but “ low ” and “ little ”! Why will you suffer her to flout me thus? Let me come to her. Get you gone,

you dwarf

You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made; You bead, you acorn.

curst company

Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, My legs are longer though, to run away.

villain

coward

recreant

child

he is defiled

villain

Coward

curst and sad

hateful fool

rid his prologue like a rough colt

Indeed he hath played on this prologue like a child on a recorder; a sound, but not in government.

His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing impaired, but all disordered.

You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor, May now perchance both quake and tremble here

his valour cannot carry his discretion

His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour

he might yet recover, and yet prove an ass.