I WAS reading some Shakespeare the other day and was reminded what a sharp one with the words he was.
His characters could proffer an insult with just the right mix of velvet and venom. He deserves a belated happy birthday. He was born in Stratford-upon-Avon in 1564, 450 years ago last Wednesday. The English language has much to thank him for and with twitter providing the modern version of the pithy rhyming couplet, "to be or not to be that is the question" remains a very good question that has never been satisfactorily answered.
The line "You Scullion. You rampallian. You Fustilarian. I'll tickle your catastrophe" remains as devastating a put-down as ever there was. We may have no idea what it means but you can tell it's not flattering. These days we tend to go for coarse and uncouth with the "F" word as the fall-back position. I know some people who use it as verb, noun and adjective all in the same heated breath, but what else have we got?
Bill Shakespeare had "thou art a natural coward without instinct" which has the advantage as an insult in that the receiver would probably have to think about it before realising that the natural bit was not meant as a compliment.
Telling someone "thou art the best of cut-throats" is also likely to give you time to leave the room before the person has twigged. Mind you, if they are the cut-throat type they may regard this as a mixed blessing.