Exile

“The world was all before them, where to chooseThrough Eden took their solitary way.”

“Had we no other quarrel else to Rome, but thatLike a bold flood o'erbear.”

“No, my good lord: banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins; but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being as he is old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company: banish plump Jack and banish all the world.”

“Have stooped my neck under your injuriesEating the bitter bread of banishment.”

“Banished?To mangle me with that word—banished?”