back to 5.3 skip to 5.5 Henry IV, Part 2 Act 5, Scene 4 Enter Beadles, dragging in HOSTESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET Mistress QuicklyNo, 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 BeadleThe 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 TearsheetNut-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. Mistress QuicklyO 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 BeadleIf 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 TearsheetI’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 BeadleCome, come, you she knight-errant, come. Mistress QuicklyO God, that right should thus overcome might! Well, of sufferance comes ease. Doll TearsheetCome, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice. Mistress QuicklyAy, come, you starved blood-hound. Doll TearsheetGoodman death, goodman bones! Mistress QuicklyThou atomy, thou! Doll TearsheetCome, you thin thing; come you rascal. First BeadleVery well. Exeunt Henry IV, Part 2 Act 5, Scene 4