How now Pistoll?
Pist. Sir Iohn, 'saue you sir
Fal. What winde blew you hither, Pistoll?
Pist. Not the ill winde which blowes none to good,
sweet Knight: Thou art now one of the greatest men in
the Realme
Sil. Indeed, I thinke he bee, but Goodman Puffe of
Barson
Pist. Puffe? puffe in thy teeth, most recreant Coward base. Sir Iohn, I am thy Pistoll, and thy Friend: helter skelter haue I rode to thee, and tydings do I bring, and luckie ioyes, and golden Times, and happie Newes of price
Fal. I prethee now deliuer them, like a man of this
World
Pist. A footra for the World, and Worldlings base,
I speake of Affrica, and Golden ioyes
Fal. O base Assyrian Knight, what is thy newes?
Let King Couitha know the truth thereof
Sil. And Robin-hood, Scarlet, and Iohn
Pist. Shall dunghill Curres confront the Hellicons?
And shall good newes be baffel'd?
Then Pistoll lay thy head in Furies lappe
Shal. Honest Gentleman,
I know not your breeding