3160King is
sicke for me: let vs take any mans hor
ses, the lawes of
¶England are at my commandement, ble
ssed are they that haue
¶bin my friends, and woe to my Lord chiefe Iu
stice.
3165Pist. Let vultures vile
seize on his lungs al
so: where is the
¶life that late I led,
say they, why here it is, welcome the
se ple-
3167.1Enter Sincklo and three or foure officers.
¶Host. No, thou arrant knaue, I would to God that I might
¶die, that I might haue thee hangd, thou ha
st drawn my
shoul-
¶Sincklo The Con
stables haue deliuered her ouer to mee,
3175and
shee
shal haue whipping cheere I warrant her, there hath
¶beene a man or two kild about her.
¶Whoore Nut-hooke, Nut-hooke, you lie, come on, Ile tell
¶thee what, thou damnd tripe vi
sagde ra
scall, and the child I go
3180with, do mi
scarry, thou wert better thou had
st
strook thy mo-
¶ther, thou paper-facde villaine.
¶Host. O the Lord, that
sir Iohn were come! I would make
¶this a bloody day to
some body: but I pray God the fruite of
¶Sincklo. If it doe, you
shall haue a dozzen of cu
shions
¶againe, you haue but eleuen nowe: come, I charge you both
¶goe with mee, for the man is dead that you and Pi
stoll beat a-
3190Whoore Ile tell you what, you thin man in a cen
sor, I will
¶haue you as
soundly
swingde for this, you blewbottle rogue,
¶you filthy fami
sht correctioner, if you be not
swingde, Ile for-
¶Sinck. Come, come, you
shee-Knight-arrant, come.
3195Host. O God, that right
should thus ouercom might! wel,
¶of
sufferance comes ea
se.
¶Whoore Come you rogue, come bring me to a iu
stice.
¶Host. I come, you
starude blood-hound.
3200Whoore Goodman death, goodman bones.
¶Whoore Come you thinne thing, come you ra
scall.