“Get thee to a nunnery.”

“Wolves and bears, they say, casting their savagery aside, have done like offices of pity.”

“What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.”

“I am not bound to please thee with my answer.”

“Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you!”

“A noble shalt thou have, and present pay;And liquor likewise will I give to thee,And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood.”

“From this day forward until the end of the world...we in it shall be remembered...we band of brothers.”

“We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.”