hxcfairy:PRINCE HENRYWhy, thou owest God a death.Exit PRINCE HENRYFALSTAFF‘Tis not due yet; I would
hxcfairy:PRINCE HENRYWhy, thou owest God a death.Exit PRINCE HENRYFALSTAFF‘Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day.What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me?Well, ‘tis no matter; honour pricks me on.Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then?Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: Or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no.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. 'Tis 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.Honour is a mere scutcheon: and so ends my catechism.Henry IV Part I: Act 5, Scene I -- source link
#hiddles