O honorable strumpet

“We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he todayThat sheds his blood wit…”

“O good Horatio, what a wounded name,Things standing thus unknown, shall live be…”

“Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop up my nose, or against any man…”

“Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name.”