“Rage must be withstood:
Give me his gage-lions make leopards tame. MOWBRAY. Yea, but not change his spots. Take but my shame,
And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
A jewel in a ten-times barr'd-up chest Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast. Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done: Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try;”