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. ⓘ