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Act V, Scene 4
1London. A street.
2Enter Beadles, dragging in Hostess Quickly and Doll Tearsheet.
3HostessNo, thou arrant knave; I would to God that I might die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint.
4First BeadleThe constables have delivered her over to me; and she shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant her: there hath been a man or two lately killed about her.
5DollNut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I’ll tell thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal, an the child I now go with do miscarry, thou wert better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou paper-faced villain.
6HostessO the Lord, that Sir John were come! he would make this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the fruit of her womb miscarry!
7First BeadleIf it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions again; you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both go with me; for the man is dead that you and Pistol beat amongst you.
8DollI’ll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I will have you as soundly swinged for this—you blue-bottle rogue, you filthy famished correctioner, if you be not swinged, I’ll forswear half-kirtles.
9First BeadleCome, come, you she knight-errant, come.
10HostessO God, that right should thus overcome might! Well, of sufferance comes ease.
11DollCome, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.
12HostessAy, come, you starved blood-hound.
13DollGoodman death, goodman bones!
14HostessThou atomy, thou!
15DollCome, you thin thing; come you rascal.
16First BeadleVery well. Exeunt.