The readiness is all.
Angels and ministers of grace defend us.
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother
My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!
Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough!
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?