Internet Shakespeare Editions

Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Rosemary Gaby
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Henry IV, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1598).


3167.1
Enter 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 hast drawn my shoul-
der out of ioynt.
Sincklo The Constables 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 visagde rascall, and the child I go
3180with, do miscarry, thou wert better thou hadst 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
3185her wombe miscarry.
Sincklo. If it doe, you shall haue a dozzen of cushions
againe, you haue but eleuen nowe: come, I charge you both
goe with mee, for the man is dead that you and Pistoll beat a-
mongst you.
3190Whoore Ile tell you what, you thin man in a censor, I will
haue you as soundly swingde for this, you blewbottle rogue,
you filthy famisht correctioner, if you be not swingde, Ile for-
sweare halfe kirtles.
Sinck. Come, come, you shee-Knight-arrant, come.
3195Host. O God, that right should thus ouercom might! wel,
of sufferance comes ease.
Whoore Come you rogue, come bring me to a iustice.
Host. I come, you starude blood-hound.
3200Whoore Goodman death, goodman bones.
Host. Thou Atomy, thou.
Whoore Come you thinne thing, come you rascall.
Sinck. Very well.