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 wag all, And welcome merry Shrove-tide. 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 now. There's a dish of leather-coats for you. Davy! 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 the leman mine; And a merry heart lives long-a. Well said, Master Silence. An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet o' the night. Health and long life to you, Master Silence. Fill the cup, and let it come; I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom. Honest Bardolph, welcome: if thou wantest any thing, 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 cavaleros about London. I hove to see London once ere I die. An I might see you there, Davy,-- By the mass, you'll crack a quart together, ha! Will you not, Master Bardolph? Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot. By God's liggens, I thank thee: the knave will stick by thee, I can assure thee that. A' will not out; he is true bred. And I'll stick by him, sir. Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing: be merry. Look who's at door there, ho! who knocks? Why, now you have done me right. Do me right, And dub me knight: Samingo. Is't not so? 'Tis so. Is't so? Why then, say an old man can do somewhat. An't please your worship, there's one Pistol come from the court with news. From the court! let him come in. How now, Pistol! Sir John, God save you! What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm. By'r lady, I think a' be, but goodman Puff of Barson. Puff! Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base! Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend, And helter-skelter have I rode to thee, And tidings do I bring and lucky