Scene + 

IV + 

London. A street. + 

Enter Beadles, dragging in Hostess Quickly and Doll Tearsheet. + 

Hostess + 

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 + 

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. + 

Hostess + 

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 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 + 

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. + 

Hostess + 

O God, that right should thus overcome might! Well, of sufferance comes ease. + 

Doll + 

Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice. + 

Hostess + 

Ay, come, you starved blood-hound. + 

Doll + 

Goodman death, goodman bones! + 

Hostess + 

Thou atomy, thou! + 

Doll + 

Come, you thin thing; come you rascal. + 

First Beadle + 

Very well. Exeunt. + 