He will strike as much venison as ever, and more of other game.

I know what I say: but basta: Let us drink." "What other game ?" said the little friar.

"I hope he won't poach among our partridges." "Poach! not he," said brother Michael: "if he wants your partridges, he will strike them under your nose (here's to you), and drag your trout-stream for you on a Thursday evening." "Monstrous! and starve us on fast-day," said the little friar.
"But that is not the game I mean," said brother Michael.
"Surely, son Michael," said the abbot, "you do not mean to insinuate that the noble earl will turn freebooter ?" "A man must live," said brother Michael, "earl or no.

If the law takes his rents and beeves without his consent, he must take beeves and rents where he can get them without the consent of the law.

This is the lex talionis." "Truly," said Sir Ralph, "I am sorry for the damsel: she seems fond of this wild runagate." "A mad girl, a mad girl," said the little friar.
"How a mad girl ?" said brother Michael.