That Shakespearen insult "roast-meat for worms"is from
Pericles, Act IV, Scene 2. Here's the larger context:
BOULT. Ay, to eleven; and brought them down again. But shall I search the market?
BAWD. What else, man? The stuff we have, a strong wind will blo it to pieces, they are so pitifully sodden.
PANDAR. Thou sayest true; they're too unwholesome, o' conscience. The poor Transylvanian is dead, that lay with the little baggage.
BOULT. Ay, she quickly pooped him; she made him roast-meat for worms.
But I'll go search the market.
Published on May 11, 2011 06:00