SHALLOW.
Be merry, Master Bardolph, and, my little soldier there, be merry.
SILENCE.
[Singing.]
Be merry, be merry, my wife has all,
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.
Enter Davy.
DAVY.
[To Bardolph.] There’s a dish of leather-coats for you.
SHALLOW.
Davy!
DAVY.
Your worship? I’ll be with you straight.
[To Bardolph] A cup of wine, sir?
SILENCE.
[Singing.]