A cup of wine that’s brisk and fine,
And drink unto thee, 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’ th’ night.
FALSTAFF.
Health and long life to you, Master Silence.
SILENCE.
[Singing.]
Fill the cup, and let it come,
I’ll pledge you a mile to th’ bottom.
SHALLOW.
Honest Bardolph, welcome! If thou want’st anything and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. Welcome, my little tiny thief, [to the Page] and welcome indeed too. I’ll drink to Master Bardolph, and to all the cabileros about London.
DAVY.
I hope to see London once ere I die.
BARDOLPH.
An I might see you there, Davy,—
SHALLOW.
By the mass, you’ll crack a quart together, ha! will you not, Master Bardolph?