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| SCENE IV. London. A street. |
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Enter Beadles, dragging in HOSTESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET
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| MISTRESS QUICKLY |
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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.
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| First Beadle |
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The constables have delivered her over to me; and
5 she shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant
her: there hath been a man or two lately killed about her.
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| DOLL TEARSHEET |
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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
10 better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou
paper-faced villain.
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| MISTRESS QUICKLY |
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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!
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| First Beadle |
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15 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.
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| DOLL TEARSHEET |
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I'll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I
20 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.
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| First Beadle |
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Come, come, you she knight-errant, come.
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| MISTRESS QUICKLY |
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O God, that right should thus overcome might!
25 Well, of sufferance comes ease.
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| DOLL TEARSHEET |
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Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.
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| MISTRESS QUICKLY |
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Ay, come, you starved blood-hound.
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| DOLL TEARSHEET |
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Goodman death, goodman bones!
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Thou atomy, thou!
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| DOLL TEARSHEET |
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30 Come, you thin thing; come you rascal.
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| First Beadle |
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Very well.
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Exeunt
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