“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.”

“We came into the world like brother and brother, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.”

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