SILENCE
Be merry, be merry, my wife has all;
Singing
For women are shrews, both short and tall:
'Tis merry in hall when beards wag all,
And welcome merry Shrove-tide.
Be merry, be merry.
FALSTAFF
I did not think Master Silence had been a man of
this mettle.
SILENCE
Who, I? I have been merry twice and once ere now.
Re-enter DAVY
DAVY
There's a dish of leather-coats for you.
To BARDOLPH
SHALLOW
Davy!
DAVY
Your worship! I'll be with you straight.
To BARDOLPH
A cup of wine, sir?
SILENCE
A cup of wine that's brisk and fine,
Singing
And drink unto the leman mine;
And a merry heart lives long-a.
FALSTAFF
Well said, Master Silence.
SILENCE
An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet o' the night.
FALSTAFF
Health and long life to you, Master Silence.