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History of Henry IV, Part II

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Act V, Scene 4

London. A street



  • Hostess Quickly. No, thou arrant knave; I would to God that I might die,
    that I might have thee hang'd. Thou hast drawn my shoulder out of
    joint. 3560
  • 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 kill'd about her.
  • Doll Tearsheet. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll tell thee what,
    thou damn'd tripe-visag'd rascal, an the child I now go with do 3565
    miscarry, thou wert better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou
    paper-fac'd villain.
  • Hostess Quickly. 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! 3570
  • 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 swing'd for this—you blue-bottle rogue, you filthy 3575
    famish'd correctioner, if you be not swing'd, I'll forswear
  • Hostess Quickly. O God, that right should thus overcome might!
    Well, of sufferance comes ease. 3580