Well, honor is the subject of my story.

For who so firm that cannot be seduced?

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours.

Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.

I scorn you, scurvy companion.

The rain, it raineth every day.

An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.