Act 5 — Scene IV. London. A street.

Host. No, thou arrant knave; I would to God that I[4436] 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[4437] me; and she shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant[4438]5 her: there hath been a man or two lately killed about her.[4439] Dol. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll tell[4440] thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal, an the child[4441] I now go with do miscarry, thou wert better thou hadst[4442] struck thy mother, thou paper-faced villain.10 Host. O the Lord, that Sir John were come! he would[4443] make this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the[4444] fruit of her womb miscarry![4445] First Bead. If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions again; you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both15 go with me; for the man is dead that you and Pistol beat amongst you.[4446] Dol. I'll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I[4447] will have you as soundly swinged for this,—you blue-bottle[4448] rogue, you filthy famished correctioner, if you be not20 swinged, I'll forswear half-kirtles. First Bead. Come, come, you she knight-errant, come.[4449] Host. O God, that right should thus overcome might![4450] Well, of sufferance comes ease. Dol. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.25 Host. Ay, come, you starved blood-hound.[4451] Dol. Goodman death, goodman bones! Host. Thou atomy, thou![4452] Dol. Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal. First Bead. Very well. [Exeunt.30