...steward. Get on thy boots; we'll ride all night:—O, sweet Pistol:—Away, Bardolph. [Exit BARD.]—Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and, withal, devise something...Happy are they which have been my friends ; and woe to my lord chief justice ! Put. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also ! Where is the life that...

...steward. Get on thy boots; we'll ride all night:—O, sweet Pistol:—Away, Bardolph. [Exit BARD.]—Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and, withal, devise something...Happy are they which have been my friends; and woe to my lord chief justice! Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also ! Where is the life that...

...steward. Get on thy boots; we'll ride all night: — O, sweet Pistol:— Away, Bardolph. [Exit BARD.] — Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and, withal, devise something to do thyself good. — Boot, boot, master Shallow ; I know, the young king is sick for me. Let us take any man's...

...;—Away, BarJolph. [Eiit. BAUD.]—Coinè, Pistol, inter more to me ; and, withal, devise something, lo lo thyself good.—Boot, boot, master Shallow; I know, the young king is sick for me. Let us ake any man's horses ; the laws of In Juin! are at my commandment. Happy are they which lave been my...

...on thy boots ; we'll ride all night :—O, sweet Pistol :—Away, Bardolph. [Exit Bardolph.]—Come, Pistol, utter more to me-, and, withal, devise something, to do thyself good.— Boot, boot, master Shallow ; I know, the young king is sick for me. Let us take any man's...

...steward. Get on thy boots: we'll ride all night:—O, sweet Pistol:—Away, Bardolph. [Exit BARD.]—Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and, withal, devise something...Happy are they which have been my friends; and woe to my lord chief justice ! Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also! Where is the life that...

...Boot, boot, master Shallow ; I know, tbe young king Is sick for me. Let u> take any man's borses ; the laws of England are at my commandment. Happy are they which have been my friends; and woe to my lord chief iuttice 1 Pist. Let vultures vile «elze on his lungs JtTtere Is the life that late...

...Master Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land,—'tis thine. I am Fortune's steward; let us take any man's horses. The laws of England are at my commandment. Happy are they who have been my friends; and woe to my Lord Chief Justice.' 1 After this, we ought not to complain...

...steward. Get on thy boots; we'll ride all night.— O, sweet Pistol:—Away, Bardolph. [Exit BARD.]— Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and, withal, devise...Happy are they which have been my friends; and woe to my lord chief justice ! Bezonian, according to Florio a bisogno, is " a new-levied souldier, tuch...

...Get on thy boots ; we'll ride all night.—O, sweet Pistol :—Away, Bardolph. [Exit. BARD.]—Come, Pistol, utter more to me ; and, withal, devise something...Happy are they which have been my friends ; and woe to my lord chief justice ! l«] 'I'oji*, in Spanish, tii*ai <tar, is to insult by putting the thumb...