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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]
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