No, thou errant knave! I would to god that I might 3172die, that I might have thee hanged. Thou hast drawn my 3173shoulder out of joint.

The constables have delivered her over to me, 3175and she shall have whipping-cheer, I warrant her. There hath 3176been a man or two killed about her.

Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie! Come on, I'll tell 3179thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal, an the child I go 3180with do miscarry, thou wert better thou hadst struck thy 3181mother, thou paper-faced villain.

O the lord, that Sir John were come! I would make 3184this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray god the fruit of 3185her womb miscarry.

If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions 3187again; you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both 3188go with me, for the man is dead that you and Pistol beat 3189amongst you.

I'll tell you what, you thin man in a censer: I will 3191have you as soundly swinged for this, you bluebottle rogue, 3192you filthy famished correctioner. If you be not swinged, I'll 3193forswear half-kirtles.

Come, come, you she knight-errant, come.

O god, that right should thus overcome might! Well, 3196of sufferance comes ease.

Come, you rogue, come, bring me to a justice.

I come, you starved bloodhound.

Goodman death, goodman bones.

Thou atomy, thou.

Come, you thin thing, come, you rascal.

Very well.