Man of Great Literature
The Black Death
An Accomplished Playwright
I know of none,
Nor know I you by voice or any feature.
I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood—
Through this work, I think William is showing how Viola hates all the bad things about men. They lie; cheat, babble and get drunk.