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The Second Part of King Henry the Fourth
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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ
William Shakespeare
(15641616).
The Oxford Shakespeare.
1914.
The Second Part of King Henry the Fourth
Act V. Scene IV.
London. A Street.
Enter
B
EADLES,
dragging in
M
ISTRESS
Q
UICKLY
and
D
OLL
T
EARSHEET.
Quick.
No, thou arrant knave: I would to God I might die that I might have thee hanged; thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint.
First Bead.
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.
4
Dol.
Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; Ill tell thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal, an the child I now go with do miscarry, thou hadst better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou paper-faced villain.
Quick.
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 Bead.
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 you.
Dol.
Ill tell thee what, thou 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, Ill forswear half-kirtles.
8
First Bead.
Come, come, you she knight-errant, come.
Quick.
O, that right should thus overcome might! Well, of sufferance comes ease.
Dol.
Come, you rogue, come: bring me to a justice.
Quick.
Ay; come, you starved blood-hound.
12
Dol.
Goodman death! goodman bones!
Quick.
Thou atomy, thou!
Dol.
Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal!
First Bead.
Very well. [
Exeunt.
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