Scene IV. London. A street.
Enter Beadles, dragging in Hostess Quickly and Doll Tearsheet.[4435]
Host. No, thou arrant knave; I would to God that I[4436]
might die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast drawn
my shoulder out of joint.
First Bead. The constables have delivered her over to[4437]
me; and she shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant[4438]5
her: there hath been a man or two lately killed about her.[4439]
Dol. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll tell[4440]
thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal, an the child[4441]
I now go with do miscarry, thou wert better thou hadst[4442]
struck thy mother, thou paper-faced villain.10
Host. O the Lord, that Sir John were come! he would[4443]
make this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the[4444]
fruit of her womb miscarry![4445]
First Bead. If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions
again; you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both15
go with me; for the man is dead that you and Pistol beat
amongst you.[4446]
Dol. I'll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I[4447]
will have you as soundly swinged for this,—you blue-bottle[4448]
rogue, you filthy famished correctioner, if you be not20
swinged, I'll forswear half-kirtles.
First Bead. Come, come, you she knight-errant, come.[4449]