SCENE IV.
Enter Hostess Quickly, Doll Tear-sheet and Beadles.
Hostess.
No, thou arrant Knave, I would I might die, that
I might have thee hang'd; thou hast drawn my Shoulder out
of joynt.
Bead.
The Constables have deliver'd her over to me; and
she shall have whipping Cheer enough, I warrant her. There
hath been a Man or two, lately, kill'd about her.
Dol.
Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie: Come on, I'll tell thee
what, thou damn'd Tripe-visag'd Rascal, if the Child I now
go with do miscarry, thou hadst better thou hadst strook
thy Mother, thou Paper-fac'd Villain.
Host.
O that Sir John were come, he would make this a
bloody day to some body. But I would the Fruit of her
Womb might miscarry.
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 among
you.
Dol.
I'll tell thee what, thou thin Man in a Censor; I
will have you as soundly swing'd for this, you blue-bottl'd
Rogue; you filthy famish'd Correctioner, if you be not
swing'd I'll forswear half Kirtles.
Bead.
Come, come, you she-Knight-arrant, come.
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Host.
O, that right should thus o'ercome might. Well,
of sufferance comes case.
Dol.
Come, you Rogue, come;
Bring me to a Justice.
Host.
Yes, come, you starv'd Blood-hound.
Dol.
Goodman Death, Goodman Bones.
Host.
Thou Anatomy, thou.
Dol.
Come, you thin Thing:
Come, you Rascal.
Bead.
Very well.
[Exeunt.
Charles Gildon [1709–1710], The works of Mr. William Shakespear; in six [seven] volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts. Revis'd and Corrected, with an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author. By N. Rowe ([Vol. 7] Printed for E. Curll... and E. Sanger [etc.], London) [word count] [S11401].