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King Henry IV, Part 2: Act 5 Scene 4

Scene IV London. A street.

[Enter Beadles, dragging in HOSTESS QUICKLY

and DOLL TEARSHEET]

MISTRESS QUICKLY

No, 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.

FIRST BEADLE

The 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.

DOLL TEARSHEET

Nut-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.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

O 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!

FIRST BEADLE

If 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.

DOLL TEARSHEET

I'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.

FIRST BEADLE

Come, come, you she knight-errant, come.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

O God, that right should thus overcome might!

Well, of sufferance comes ease.

DOLL TEARSHEET

Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Ay, come, you starved blood-hound.

DOLL TEARSHEET

Goodman death, goodman bones!

MISTRESS QUICKLY

Thou atomy, thou!

DOLL TEARSHEET

Come, you thin thing; come you rascal.

FIRST BEADLE

Very well.

[Exeunt]