SCENE III. Gloucestershire. Shallow’s orchard.
Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Silence, Davy, Bardolph and the Page.
SHALLOW.
Nay, you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbour, we will eat a last year’s pippin of mine own graffing, with a dish of caraways, and so forth. Come, cousin Silence. And then to bed.
FALSTAFF.
Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich.
SHALLOW.
Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, Sir John. Marry, good air. Spread, Davy, spread, Davy. Well said, Davy.
FALSTAFF.
This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your serving-man and your husband.
SHALLOW.
A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir John. By the mass, I have drunk too much sack at supper. A good varlet. Now sit down, now sit down. Come, cousin.
SILENCE.
Ah, sirrah! quoth-a, we shall [Singing.]
Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,
And praise God for the merry year,
When flesh is cheap and females dear,
And lusty lads roam here and there
So merrily,
And ever among so merrily.
FALSTAFF.
There’s a merry heart! Good Master Silence, I’ll give you a health for that anon.