There’s such divinity doth hedge a king, that treason can but peep to what it would.
Master, go on and I will follow thee to the last gasp with truth and loyalty.
The loyalty well held to fools does make our faith mere folly.
Mine honor is my life, both grow in one; take honor from me, and my life is done; then, dear my liege, mine honor let me try; in that I live and for that will I die.
In thy face I see the map of honour, truth and loyalty.
I hate ingratitude more in a man than lying, vainness, babbling drunkenness, or any taint of vice.