SHALLOW.
Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.
DAVY.
Sweet sir, sit. I’ll be with you anon. Most sweet sir, sit. Master page, good master page, sit. Proface! What you want in meat, we’ll have in drink, but you must bear; the heart’s all.
[Exit.]
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.