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Davy!

DAVY
Your worship! [to Bardolph] I’ll be with you straight. − A cup of wine, sir?
[45]

SILENCE
[sings]
A cup of wine that’s brisk and fine,

And drink unto the leman mine,
And a merry heart lives long-a.

FALSTAFF
Well said, Master Silence.

SILENCE
An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet o’ [50] the night.

FALSTAFF
Health and long life to you, Master Silence.

SILENCE
[sings]

Fill the cup, and let it come,
I’ll pledge you a mile to the bottom.

SHALLOW
Honest Bardolph, welcome. If thou want’st [55] anything, and wilt not call,
beshrew thy heart. [to the Page] Welcome, my little tiny thief, and welcome
indeed too. I’ll drink to Master Bardolph, and to all the cabileros about

London.

DAVY
I hope to see London once ere I die. [60]

BARDOLPH
An I might see you there, Davy −