'tis Pride That Pulls The Country Down.

The Insolence Of Office.

The Coward Dies A Thousand Deaths, The Valiant, Only Once!

Foolery, Sir, Does Walk About The Orb Like The Sun; It Shines Everywhere.

You Must Not Think That We Are Made Of Stuff So Fat And Dull That We Can Let Our Beard Be Shook With Danger And Think It Pastime.

Antonio: Will You Stay No Longer? Nor Will You Not That I Go With You? Sebastian: By Your Patience, No. My Stars Shine Darkly Over Me; The Malignancy Of My Fate Might, Perhaps, Distemper Yours; Therefore I Shall Crave Of You Your Leave That I May Bear My Evils Alone. It Were A Bad Recompense For Your Love To Lay Any Of Them On You.