Where is this viper
That would depopulate the city, and
Be every man himself?
(iII. i. 263.)
His self-centred confidence and egotism culminates in his retort to his sentence:
You common cry of curs? whose breath I hate
As reek o’ the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcasses of unburied men
That do corrupt my air, I banish you.
(iII. iii. 120.)