I’ll empty all my veins to serve your wars;
I’ll bleed for you; and more, what speech affords,
I’ll speak in drops, when I do fail in words.
Jer. Well spoke, my boy; and on thy father’s side.—
My liege, how like you Don Horatio’s spirit?
What! doth it promise fair?
Spain. Ay,
And no doubt his merit will purchase more.
Knight Marshal, rise, and still rise
Higher and greater in thy sovereign’s eyes.