The Hideous God Of War.

Out, Damned Spot! Out, I Say!

Master, Go On, And I Will Follow Thee To The Last Gasp With Truth And Loyalty.

A Lean Cheek; Which You Have Not: A Blue Eye, And Sunken; Which You Have Not: An Unquestionable Spirit; Which You Have Not: A Beard Neglected; Which You Have Not: — But I Pardon You For That; For, Simply, Your Having1 In Beard Is A Younger Brother's Revenue: — Then Your Hose Should Be Ungarter'd, Your Bonnet Unhanded, Your Sleeve Unbuttoned, Your Shoe Untied, And Every Thing About You Demonstrating A Careless Desolation.

Hold, Or Cut Bowstrings.

Alas, Our Frailty Is The Cause , Not We! For, Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.