Part I
. Act v. Sc. 1._
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. 'T is 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.
_King Henry IV. Part I . Act v. Sc. 1._
Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
_King Henry IV. Part I . Act v. Sc. 4._
This earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
_King Henry IV. Part I . Act v. Sc. 4._
Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph!
_King Henry IV. Part I . Act v. Sc. 4._
I could have better spared a better man.
_King Henry IV. Part I . Act v. Sc. 4._
The better part of valour is discretion.[87-2]
_King Henry IV. Part I . Act v. Sc. 4._
Full bravely hast thou fleshed Thy maiden sword.
_King Henry IV.