HOSTESS.
Ay, come, you starved bloodhound.
DOLL.
Goodman death, goodman bones!
HOSTESS.
Thou atomy, thou!
DOLL.
Come, you thin thing, come, you rascal!
FIRST BEADLE.
Very well.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE V. A public place near Westminster Abbey.
Enter two Grooms, strewing rushes.
FIRST GROOM.
More rushes, more rushes.
SECOND GROOM.
The trumpets have sounded twice.