Doll Tearsheet.
Host.
No, thou arrant knave; I would to God that note I
might die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast drawn
my shoulder out of joint.
First Bead. note
The constables have delivered her over to
me; and she shall have whipping-cheer enough note, I warrant
her: there hath been a man or two lately note killed about her.
Dol. note
Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll tell
thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal, an note the child
I now note go with do miscarry, thou wert note better thou hadst
struck thy mother, thou paper-faced villain.
Host.
O the Lord note, that Sir John were come! he note would
make this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God note the
fruit of her womb miscarry note!
First Bead.
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 note you.
Dol.
I'll tell you what, you note thin man in a censer, I
will have you as soundly swinged for this,—you blue-bottle note
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rogue, you filthy famished correctioner, if you be not
swinged, I'll forswear half-kirtles.
First Bead.
Come, come, you she knight-errant note, come.
Host.
O God note, that right should thus overcome note might!
Well, of sufferance comes ease.
Dol.
Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.
Host.
Ay, come note, you starved blood-hound.
Dol.
Goodman death, goodman bones!
Host.
Thou atomy note, thou!
Dol.
Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal.
First Bead.
Very well.
[Exeunt.
note
William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].