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“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”

Well, ’tis no matter. Honour pricks me on.
Yea, but how if honor prick me off when I come on? How then?
Can honor set to a leg? 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.