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DAVY
An’t please your worship, there’s one Pistol [80] come from the court with
news.
FALSTAFF
From the court! Let him come in.
Enter Pistol.
How now, Pistol!
PISTOL
Sir John, God save you!
FALSTAFF
What wind blew you hither, Pistol? [85]
PISTOL
Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet knight, thou art now one
of the greatest men in this realm.
SILENCE
By’r lady, I think ’a be, but goodman Puff of Barson. [90]
PISTOL
Puff!
Puff i’ thy teeth, most recreant coward base!
Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend,
And helter-skelter have I rode to thee,
And tidings do I bring and lucky joys [95]
And golden times and happy news of price.
FALSTAFF
I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this world.
PISTOL
A foutra for the world and worldlings base!
I speak of Africa and golden joys. [100]