| [Enter Beadles, dragging in HOSTESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET] |
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| 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. |
| [Exeunt] |