King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Food for powder, food for powder; they 'll fill a pit as well as better.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. 2.
To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast[87:1]
Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.
King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. 2.
I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well.
King Henry IV. 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.