• Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, DAVY, BARDOLPH, and the PAGE

    SHALLOW

    Nay, you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbor, we will
    eat a last year’s pippin of my own graffing, with a dish of
    caraways, and so forth.—Come, cousin Silence.—And then
    to bed.

    FALSTAFF

    5Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.

    SHALLOW

    Barren, barren, barren, beggars all, beggars all, Sir John.
    Marry, good air.—Spread, Davy, spread, Davy. Well said,
    Davy.

    FALSTAFF

    This Davy serves you for good uses. He is your servingman
    10and your husband.

    SHALLOW

    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.

    SILENCE

    Ah, sirrah, quoth he, we shall
    15Do nothing but eat and make good cheer,
    (sings) And praise God for the merry year,
    When flesh is cheap and females dear,
    And lusty lads roam here and there
    So merrily,
    20And ever among so merrily.

    FALSTAFF

    There’s a merry heart!—Good Master Silence, I’ll give you
    a health for that anon.
  • FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, DAVY, BARDOLPH, and the PAGE enter.

    SHALLOW

    No, you’re going to see my orchard. We’ll sit in an arbor and eat some of the pippin apples I cross-bred last season, along with some caraway seeds and so on. Come on, Silence. Then we’ll go to bed.

    FALSTAFF

    I swear, you have a good-looking place here, and it’s fancy.

    SHALLOW

    Cheap, cheap, cheap. We’re broke, broke, Sir John. But one thing we do have is good air. Set the table, Davy, set the table. Good job, Davy.

    FALSTAFF

    This Davy does a lot for you. He’s your right-hand man as well as your steward.

    SHALLOW

    A good servant, a very good servant, Sir John. By God, I had too much wine with dinner. A good servant. Now sit down, sit down. Come on, cousin.

    SILENCE

    Ah, Sirrah, he said. We will:
    Do nothing but eat and celebrate,
    (sings) And praise God for this happy year,
    When flesh is cheap but women are costly,
    And lusty men roam here and there,
    So merrily,
    And always so merrily.

    FALSTAFF

    That’s a merry heart! Master Silence, I’ll drink a toast to you in a minute.