How far would you go to save your skin?

Spending some time with my main #WIP tonight, a novel about the story of Anne Boleyn. Working on the particularly trying epic of Cardinal Thomas Wolsey. He sacrificed his prized possessions in order to save his skin from King Henry VIII. Spoiler: it didn’t work.

How far would you go to save your skin? Would you give up your most prized possessions? Do any of your characters do anything crazy to try and save their own skin?

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Compilation of Shakespearean Insults

• “Villain, I️ have done thy mother”
• “Away you three inch fool”
• “I’ll beat thee, but I️ would infect my hands”
• “I️ am sick when I️ do look on thee”
• “More of your conversation would infect my brain”
• “Thine face is not worth sunburning”
• “Thou art unfit for any place but hell”
• “Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat”
• “You are as a candle, the better burnt out”
• “Your brain is as dry as the remainder biscuit after voyage”
• “Drunkenness is his best virtue”
• “Thou crusty batch of nature!”
• “The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes”
• “Out of my sight! Thou dost infect my eyes”
• “Thou hast no more brain than I️ have in mine elbows”

Compilation of Shakespearean Insults

• “Villain, I️ have done thy mother”
• “Away you three inch fool”
• “I’ll beat thee, but I️ would infect my hands”
• “I️ am sick when I️ do look on thee”
• “More of your conversation would infect my brain”
• “Thine face is not worth sunburning”
• “Thou art unfit for any place but hell”
• “Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat”
• “You are as a candle, the better burnt out”
• “Your brain is as dry as the remainder biscuit after voyage”
• “Drunkenness is his best virtue”
• “Thou crusty batch of nature!”
• “The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes”
• “Out of my sight! Thou dost infect my eyes”
• “Thou hast no more brain than I️ have in mine elbows”