Hos.

No, thou arrant knave; I would to God ^note, I might die, that I might have thee hang'd: thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint.

Bea.

The constables have deliver'd her over to me; and she shall have whipping-cheer enough ^note, I warrant her: There hath been a man or two, lately ^note, 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 ^note child I now ^note go with, do miscarry, thou hadst better ^note thou hadst strook thy mother, thou paper-fac'd villain.

Hos.

O the lord, that ^note sir John were come! he would ^note make this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God, the ^note fruit of her womb miscarry ^note!

Bea.

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 ^note you.

Dol.

I'll tell thee what, thou ^note thin man in a censor;14Q0718 I will have you as soundly swindg'd for this,—You blew-bottle ^note rogue! you filthy famish'd correctioner! if you be not swindg'd, I'll forswear half-kirtles.

Bea.

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

Hos.

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

Dol.

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

Hos.

Ay; come ^note, you starv'd blood-hound.

Dol.

Goodman death! goodman bones!

Hos.

Thou atomy ^note, thou!

Dol.

Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal.

Bea.

Very well.