It made me mad, but I am but mad north-northwest. When the wind is southerly, I know a hack from a handsaw.
“I am eight times thrust through
the doublet, four through the hose, my buckler
cut through and through, my sword hacked like a handsaw.”— Falstaff
“What a slave art thou to hack
thy sword as thou hast done, and then say it was in
fight! What trick, what device, what starting-hole
canst thou now find out to hide thee from this open and apparent shame?”— Prince Hal









