All of Shakespeare’s plays.
Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.
By'r lady, I think a' be, but goodman Puff of Barson.
Is't so? Why then, say an old man can do somewhat.
Do me right,
And dub me knight: Samingo.
Is't not so?
Fill the cup, and let it come;
I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.
An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet o' the night.
A cup of wine that's brisk and fine,
And drink unto the leman mine;
And a merry heart lives long-a.
Who, I? I have been merry twice and once ere now.
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.
Ah, sirrah! quoth-a, 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.
That's fifty-five year ago.
Your good-worship is welcome.
Here come two of Sir John Falstaff's men, as I think.
Thereafter as they be: a score of good ewes may be
worth ten pounds.
By my troth, I was not there.
We shall all follow, cousin.
This Sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon about soldiers?
You were called 'lusty Shallow' then, cousin.
Indeed, sir, to my cost.
Alas, a black ousel, cousin Shallow!
Good morrow, good cousin Shallow.
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