HOSTESS.
Throw me in the channel? I’ll throw thee in the channel. Wilt thou, wilt thou, thou bastardly rogue? Murder, murder! Ah, thou honeysuckle villain, wilt thou kill God’s officers and the King’s? Ah, thou honeyseed rogue, thou art a honeyseed, a man-queller, and a woman-queller.
FALSTAFF.
Keep them off, Bardolph.
FANG.
A rescue! A rescue!
HOSTESS.
Good people, bring a rescue or two. Thou wo’t, wo’t thou? Thou wo’t, wo’t ta? Do, do, thou rogue! Do, thou hempseed!
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Away, you scullion! you rampallian! you fustilarian! I’ll tickle your catastrophe.
Enter the Lord Chief Justice and his men.
CHIEF JUSTICE.
What is the matter? Keep the peace here, ho!
HOSTESS.
Good my lord, be good to me. I beseech you stand to me.
CHIEF JUSTICE.
How now, Sir John? What are you brawling here?
Doth this become your place, your time and business?
You should have been well on your way to York.
Stand from him, fellow. Wherefore hang’st thou upon him?
HOSTESS.
O my most worshipful lord, an’t please your Grace, I am a poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit.