Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling
Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling,
and a rich.
Barren, barren, barren, beggars all, beggars
all, Sir John. Marry, good air.—Spread, Davy,
spread, Davy. Well said, Davy.
This Davy serves you for good uses. He is
your servingman and your husband.
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.
Ah, sirrah, quoth he, we shall
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
And ever among so merrily.
There's a merry heart!—Good Master Silence,
I'll give you a health for that anon.
Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.
Davy, to the guests
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.
Be merry, Master Bardolph.—And, my little
soldier there, be merry.
Be merry, be merry, my wife has all,
For women are shrews, both short and tall.
‘Tis merry in hall when beards wags all,
And welcome merry Shrovetide.
Be merry, be merry.
I did not think Master Silence had been a
man of this mettle.
Who, I? I have been merry twice and once ere
Davy, to the guests
There's a dish of leather-coats for
Your Worship, I'll be with you straight.—A cup
of wine, sir.
A cup of wine that's brisk and fine,
And drink unto thee, leman mine,
And a merry heart lives long-a.
Well said, Master Silence.
And we shall be merry; now comes in the
sweet o' th' night.
Health and long life to you, Master Silence.
Fill the cup, and let it come,
I'll pledge you a mile to th' bottom.
Honest Bardolph, welcome. If thou want'st
anything and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.—
Welcome, my little tiny thief, and welcome indeed
too. I'll drink to Master Bardolph, and to all the
cabileros about London.