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
Pist. Why then Lament therefore
Shal. Giue me pardon, Sir.
If sir, you come with news from the Court, I take it, there
is but two wayes, either to vtter them, or to conceale
them. I am Sir, vnder the King, in some Authority
Pist. Vnder which King?
Bezonian, speake, or dye
Shal. Vnder King Harry
Pist.
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