Act V, Scene 4

London. A street

Enter BEADLES, dragging in HOSTESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET

• 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
  half-kirtles.

• First Beadle. Come, come, you she knight-errant, come.

• Hostess Quickly. O God, that right should thus overcome might!
  Well, of sufferance comes ease. 3580

• Doll Tearsheet. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.

• Hostess Quickly. Ay, come, you starv'd bloodhound.

• Doll Tearsheet. Goodman death, goodman bones!

• Hostess Quickly. Thou atomy, thou!

• Doll Tearsheet. Come, you thin thing! come, you rascal! 3585

• First Beadle. Very well. Exeunt