They that touch pitch will be defiled.
The prince of darkness is a gentleman!
Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.
Right joyous are we to behold your face, Most worthy brother England; fairly met!
This is his uncle's teaching, this Worcester, Malevolent to you In all aspects, Which makes him prune himself and bristle up The crest of youth against your dignity.
Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent.