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Enter BEADLES , dragging in MISTRESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET
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Enter BEADLES , dragging in MISTRESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET
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MISTRESS QUICKLY No, 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.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY No, 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.
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FIRST BEADLE The Constables have delivered her over to me, and she shall
5 have whipping cheer enough, I warrant her. There hath been
a man or two lately killed about her.
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FIRST BEADLE The 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.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Nut-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,
10 thou paper-faced villain.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Nut-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.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY O the Lord, that Sir John were come! I would make this a
bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the fruit of her
womb might miscarry.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY O the Lord, that Sir John were come! I would make this a
bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the fruit of her
womb might miscarry.
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FIRST BEADLE If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions again; you have
15 but eleven now. Come, I charge you both go with me, for the
man is dead that you and Pistol beat amongst you.
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FIRST BEADLE If 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.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I’ll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I will have you
as soundly swinged for this, you bluebottle rogue, you filthy
famished correctioner. If you be not swinged, I’ll forswear
20 half-kirtles.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I’ll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I will have you
as soundly swinged for this, you bluebottle rogue, you filthy
famished correctioner. If you be not swinged, I’ll forswear
half-kirtles.
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FIRST BEADLE Come, come, you she knight-errant, come.
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FIRST BEADLE Come, come, you she knight-errant, come.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY O God, that right should thus overcome might! Well, of
sufferance comes ease.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY O God, that right should thus overcome might! Well, of
sufferance comes ease.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Come, you rogue, come, bring me to a justice.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Come, you rogue, come, bring me to a justice.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 25 Ay, come, you starved bloodhound.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Ay, come, you starved bloodhound.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Goodman Death, Goodman Bones!
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DOLL TEARSHEET Goodman Death, Goodman Bones!
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Thou atomy, thou!
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Thou atomy, thou!
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DOLL TEARSHEET Come, you thin thing, come, you rascal.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Come, you thin thing, come, you rascal.
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FIRST BEADLE Very well.
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FIRST BEADLE Very well.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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Enter BEADLES , dragging in MISTRESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET
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Enter BEADLES , dragging in MISTRESS QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET
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MISTRESS QUICKLY No, 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.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY No, 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.
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FIRST BEADLE The Constables have delivered her over to me, and she shall
5 have whipping cheer enough, I warrant her. There hath been
a man or two lately killed about her.
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FIRST BEADLE The 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.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Nut-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,
10 thou paper-faced villain.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Nut-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.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY O the Lord, that Sir John were come! I would make this a
bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the fruit of her
womb might miscarry.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY O the Lord, that Sir John were come! I would make this a
bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the fruit of her
womb might miscarry.
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|
FIRST BEADLE If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions again; you have
15 but eleven now. Come, I charge you both go with me, for the
man is dead that you and Pistol beat amongst you.
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FIRST BEADLE If 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.
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|
DOLL TEARSHEET I’ll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I will have you
as soundly swinged for this, you bluebottle rogue, you filthy
famished correctioner. If you be not swinged, I’ll forswear
20 half-kirtles.
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DOLL TEARSHEET I’ll tell you what, you thin man in a censer, I will have you
as soundly swinged for this, you bluebottle rogue, you filthy
famished correctioner. If you be not swinged, I’ll forswear
half-kirtles.
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FIRST BEADLE Come, come, you she knight-errant, come.
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FIRST BEADLE Come, come, you she knight-errant, come.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY O God, that right should thus overcome might! Well, of
sufferance comes ease.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY O God, that right should thus overcome might! Well, of
sufferance comes ease.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Come, you rogue, come, bring me to a justice.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Come, you rogue, come, bring me to a justice.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY 25 Ay, come, you starved bloodhound.
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Ay, come, you starved bloodhound.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Goodman Death, Goodman Bones!
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DOLL TEARSHEET Goodman Death, Goodman Bones!
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Thou atomy, thou!
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MISTRESS QUICKLY Thou atomy, thou!
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DOLL TEARSHEET Come, you thin thing, come, you rascal.
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DOLL TEARSHEET Come, you thin thing, come, you rascal.
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FIRST BEADLE Very well.
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FIRST BEADLE Very well.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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