My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.

Fit for the mountains and the barbarous caves, where manners ne'er were preached.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead.

Will you walk out of the air, my lord? HAMLET Into my grave.

For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.

I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously; for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth And send to darkness all that stop me.

Fight to the last gasp.