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Scena Quarta.

Enter Hostesse Quickly, Dol Teare-sheete, and Beadles.
Hostesse.

No, thou arrant knaue: I would I might dy,
that I might haue thee hang'd: Thou hast drawne my
shoulder out of ioynt.

Off.

The Constables haue deliuer'd her ouer to mee:
and shee shall haue Whipping cheere enough, I warrant
her. There hath beene a man or two (lately) kill'd about
her.

Dol.

Nut-hooke, nut-hooke, you Lye: Come on, Ile
tell thee what, thou damn'd Tripe-visag'd Rascall, if the
Childe I now go with, do miscarrie, thou had'st better
thou had'st strooke thy Mother, thou Paper-fac'd Villaine.

Host.

O that Sir Iohn were come, hee would make
this a bloody day to some body. But I would the Fruite
of her Wombe might miscarry.

Officer.

If it do, you shall haue a dozen of Cushions
againe, you haue but eleuen now. Come, I charge you
both go with me: for the man is dead, that you and Pistoll
beate among you.

Dol.

Ile tell thee what, thou thin man in a Censor; I
will haue you as soundly swindg'd for this, you blew-Bottel'd
Rogue: you filthy famish'd Correctioner, if you
be not swing'd, Ile forsweare halfe Kirtles.

Off.

Come, come, you shee-Knight-arrant, come.

Host.

O, that right should thus o'recome might. Wel
of sufferance, comes ease.

Dol.
Come you Rogue, come:
Bring me to a Iustice.

Host.
Yes, come you staru'd Blood-hound.

Dol.
Goodman death, goodman Bones.

Host.
Thou Anatomy, thou.

Dol.
Come you thinne Thing:
Come you Rascall.

Off.
Very well.

Exeunt.