Sir John Falstaff (leaping to his feet like a colt).—What! is the old king dead?
Pistol.—As nail in door: the things I speak are just.
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Sir John “Falstaff (quivering with excitement).—Away, Bardolph! saddle my horse.—Master Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land, ‘tis thine.—Pistol, I will double-charge thee with dignities.
Master Bardolph—O joyful day!—I would not take a knighthood for my fortune.
(He drinks and exits.)
Pistol (smiling sardonically).—What! I do bring good news?