Words
Thou
You
Thy
your
No
Thou reeky
You smelly
Out of my sight! Thou dost infect my eyes
Please leave, I don’t ever want to see you again.
Wherefore
Why
Hence
from here
Twas
it was
I’ll beat thee, but I would infect my hands
No, thanks. My hands are too precious to be anywhere close to you.
I am sick when I do look on thee
I get sick when I look at you
Dost
Do
'Morrow
Wast
Were
Thou hast the most unsavoury similes.
Your smile is bad to look at
They have plentiful lack of wit
You have no courage
'Ere
Before
Anything
Well Met
Hello
Hold thy peace
Shut up
Thouh paper-fac'd
Your skin is white as a paper
Whence
From where
Hie
Hurry
Gesundheit!
God save you/bless you
if you wanted to give someone the middle finger in shakespearean, what would you do?
Bite your thumb at them
Thy face is not worth sunburning
Please stay inside. No one wants to see your face, not even the sun.