| ACT V SCENE IV | London. A street. | |
| | Enter Beadles, dragging in HOSTESS QUICKLYand 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 | 5 |
| | 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 | 10 |
| | 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! | 15 |
| 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 | 20 |
| | 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! | 25 |
| | 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! | 30 |
| DOLL TEARSHEET | Come, you thin thing; come you rascal. | |
| First Beadle | Very well. | |
| | Exeunt | |
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