But what do you know about honour? You think if you toss me a nice juicy bone from Parliament I’ll put my hand on my heart and be your slave, like Viola? Well, don’t bank on it. You know how to make grand statements, but to stay when you’re needed, when you’re saving my life, to cover my misery from the eyes of the world, no, you didn’t have time for that. Get out of here, go and make another pronouncement. You actually had the nerve to say you had me to thank for the prize?”
