Thou has done a deed whereat valour will weep.

Discretion is the better part of valor.

How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! What is't you do? A deed without a name

From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,The place is dignified by the doer's deed.

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her?

Whereat, with blade, with bloody blameful blade,He bravely broached his boiling bloody breast.