Had I a heart for falsehood framed, I ne'er could injure you. - Richard Brinsley Sheridan

Trounce. Come, silence your drum — there is no valour stirring to-day. I thought St. Patrick would have given us a recruit or two to- day. Sol. Mark, serjeant! Enter two COUNTRYMEN. Trounce. Oh! these are the lads I was looking for; they have the look of gentlemen. — An’t you single, my lads? 1 Coun. Yes, an please you, I be quite single: my relations be all dead, thank heavens, more or less. I have but one poor mother left in the world, and she’s an helpless woman.

Conscience has no more to do with gallantry than it has with politics.

You're our enemy; lead the way, and we 'll precede.