Henry IV part two

London. A street.
 
[Enter Beadles, dragging in HOSTESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET]
 
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 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, that right should thus overcome might. Well of sufferance, comes ease.
 
DOLL TEARSHEET
Come you rogue, come:
Bring me to a justice.
 
MISTRESS QUICKLY
Yes, come you starved blood-hound.
 
DOLL TEARSHEET
Goodman death, goodman bones.
 
DOLL TEARSHEET
Come you thin thing:
Come you rascal.
 
FIRST BEADLE
Very well.
 
[Exeunt]