Bonehead
Thou sodden-witted lord!
Thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.
-Troilus and Cressida,
Act II, Scene i

Thou sodden-witted lord!
Thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.
-Troilus and Cressida,
Act II, Scene i

Out, alas!
You’d be so lean, that blasts of January
Would blow you through and through.
-Winter’s Tale,
Act IV, Scene iv

And the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for
thy mind is a very opal.
-Twelfth Night,
Act II, Scene iv

Peace, you mumbling fool!
Utter your gravity o’er a gossip’s bowl;
For here we need it not.
-Romeo and Juliet,
Act III, Scene v

As low as to thy heart,
Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest.
–Richard II,
Act I, Scene i

Never hung poison on a fouler toad.
Out of my sight! Thou dost infect my eyes.
–Richard III,
Act I, Scene ii

Thou art the Mars of malcontents.
–Merry Wives of Windsor,
Act I, Scene iii