> You, on the other hand, are a rascally, worsted-stocking knave, and an
> > eater of broken meats.
> I'm fairly sure I'm going to regret asking, but how does one *break*
> meat?
Yeah, I always wondered about that myself. Perhaps Shakespeare meant a savage who dispenses with cutlery and instead simply rips raw meat chunks from a carcass.
A buddy of mine used to live on a Caribbean island. He told me about the local butcher simply slamming down a dull cleaver on a side of beef to cut off portions for customers. The cleaver shattered bones and left lots of tooth breaking chips sprinkled in the meat.