Host.

No, thou arrant knave; I would I might

die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint.

1 Bead.

The constables have delivered her over to me; and she shall have whipping-cheer^{2 note}

enough, I warrant her: There hath been a man or two lately killed about her.

Dol.

Nut-hook, nut-hook^{3 note}

I'll tell thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal; an the child I now go with, do miscarry, thou hadst better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou paper-faced villain.

Host.

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!

1 Bead.

If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions^{4 note}

Dol.

I'll tell thee what, thou thin man in a censer^{5 note}

this, you blue-bottle* ^note rogue^{6 note}

1 Bead.

Come, come, you she knight-errant, come.

Host.

O, that right should thus overcome might! Well; of sufferance comes ease.

Dol.

Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.

Host.

Ay; come, you starved blood-hound.

Dol.

Goodman death! goodman bones!

Host.

Thou atomy thou^{8 note}

Dol.

Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal^{9 note}

1 Bead.

Very well.

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