Page 1119 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Scene IV IT

Enter Beadle and three or four Officers [dragging in Hostess Quickly and
Doll Tearsheet].

HOSTESS
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.

BEADLE
The constables have delivered her over to me, and she shall have whipping-
cheer [enough], I warrant [5] her. There hath been a man or two [lately]
killed about her.

DOLL
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 [10] struck thy mother, thou paper-faced villain.

HOSTESS
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!

BEADLE
If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions again. [15] 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
I’ll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I will have you as soundly swinged
for this − you blue-bottle rogue, [20] you filthy famished correctioner, if you
be not swinged, I’ll forswear half-kirtles.

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

HOSTESS