From Henry IV, Part 1


Falstaff on honor:


‘Tis not due yet. I would be loath to pay Him  127  
before His day. What need I be so forward with Him
that calls not on me? Well, ‘tis no matter. Honor
pricks me on. Yea, but how if honor prick me off130
when I come on? How then? Can honor set to a
wound? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief
of a wound? No. Honor hath no skill in surgery,
then? No. What is honor? A word. What is in that
word “honor”? What is that “honor”? Air. A trim
reckoning. Who hath it? He that died ‘o Wednesday.
Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. ‘Tis
insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will [it] not
live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not
suffer it. Therefore, I’ll none of it. Honor is a mere
scutcheon. And so ends my catechism.”     141