FALSTAFF.
How now, whose mare’s dead? What’s the matter?
FANG.
Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of Mistress Quickly.
FALSTAFF.
Away, varlets! Draw, Bardolph! Cut me off the villain’s head. Throw the quean in the channel.
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!