I'm teaching King Lear in my tenth grade English class. Here are my favorite burns.
  1. Albany to Goneril: "O Goneril, You are not worth the dust which the rude wind blows in your face." IV, ii.
  2. Regan about Gloucester: "Go thrust him out at the gates, and let him smell his way to Dover." III, vii.
  3. Lear to Goneril: "But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter, Or, rather, a disease that's in my flesh...Thou art a boil, a plague-sore or embossèd carbuncle in my corrupted blood." II, iv.