Shal. By the mass, you'll crack a quart together, ha![4389]
will you not, Master Bardolph?
Bard. Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot.[4390]
Shal. By God's liggens, I thank thee: the knave will[4391]
stick by thee, I can assure thee that. A' will not out; he[4392][4393]65
is true bred.[4393]
Bard. And I'll stick by him, sir.
Shal. Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing: be
merry. [Knocking within.] Look who's at door there, ho![4394]
who knocks? [Exit Davy.[4395]70
Fal. Why, now you have done me right.[4396]
[To Silence, seeing him take off a bumper.
Sil. Do me right.[4397][4398] [Singing.
And dub me knight:[4397]
Samingo.[4397]
Is't not so?75
Fal. 'Tis so.
Sil. Is't so? Why then, say an old man can do somewhat.[4399]