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    Act 5. Scene IV

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    SCENE IV. London. A street.

    Enter Beadles, dragging in HOSTESS QUICKLY and 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
    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
    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!

    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
    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!
    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!

    DOLL TEARSHEET
    Come, you thin thing; come you rascal.

    First Beadle
    Very well.

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