'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all,
And welcome merry shrove-tide.
Be merry, be merry, &c.
Fal. I did not think, master Silence had been a man of this mettle.
Sil. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine,
And drink unto the leman mine;
And a merry heart lives long-a.
Fal. Well said, master Silence.
Sil. And we shall be merry;—now comes in the sweet of the night.
Fal. Health and long life to you, master Silence.