The painful warrior famous for fight, After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the books of honor razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd

Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.

He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.

There's swelling, and it's painful, but I'm a warrior, ... I'm going to push through this.

Why should honor outlive honestly?

What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.