Falstaff:
Can honor set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honor hath no skill in surgery then, no. What is honor? Air. A trim reckoning. Who hath it? He that died a Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. 'Tis he insensible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it. Therefore, I'll none of it. Honor is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism.
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