As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.

The valiant never taste of death but once.

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.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste death but once.

If I thought he'd been valiant and so cunning in fence, I'd have seen him damned ere I'd have challenged him.

As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.