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• The Second Part of King Henry the Fourth: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Induction.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: Warkworth. Beforenorthumberland’scastle.
• Scene II.—: London. a Street.
• Scene III.—: York. a Room In Thearchbishop’spalace.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: London. a Street.
• Scene II.—: The Same. Another Street.
• Scene III.—: Warkworth. Beforenorthumberland’scastle.
• Scene IV.—: London. a Room In the Boar’s Head Tavern, In Eastcheap.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: Westminster. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene II.—: Court Beforejustice Shallow’shouse In Gloucestershire.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: A Forest In Yorkshire.
• Scene II.—: Another Part of the Forest.
• Scene III.—: Another Part of the Forest.
• Scene IV.—: Westminster. the Jerusalem Chamber.
• Scene V.—: Another Chamber.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: Gloucestershire. a Hall Inshallow’shouse.
• Scene II.—: Westminster. an Apartment In the Palace.
• Scene III.—: Gloucestershire. the Garden Ofshallow’shouse.
• Scene IV.—: London. a Street.
• Scene V.—: A Public Place Near Westminster Abbey.
• Epilogue.

Scene IV.—

London. A Street.

EnterBeadles,dragging inMistress QuicklyandDoll Tearsheet.

Quick.

No, thou arrant knave: I would to God I might die that I might have thee hanged; thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint.

First Bead.

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.

Dol.

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 hadst better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou paper-faced villain.

Quick.

O the Lord! that Sir John were come; he would make this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the fruit of her womb miscarry!

First Bead

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 among you.

Dol.

I’ll tell thee what, thou thin man in a censer, I will have you as soundly swinged for this, you blue-bottle rogue! you filthy famished correctioner! if you be not swinged, I’ll forswear half-kirtles.

First Bead.

Come, come, you she knighterrant, come.

Quick.

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

Dol.

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

Quick.

Ay; come, you starved blood-hound.

Dol.

Goodman death! goodman bones!

Quick.

Thou atomy, thou!

Dol.

Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal!

First Bead.

Very well.

[Exeunt.