Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Ant.
Ant. What I should thinke of this, I cannot tell:
Ant. But this I thinke, there's no man is so vaine,
Ant. That would refuse so faire an offer'd Chaine.
Ant. I see a man heere needs not liue by shifts,
Ant. When in the streets he meetes such Golden gifts:
Ant. Ile to the Mart, and there for Dromio stay,
Ant. If any ship put out, then straight away.
Ant. Exit.
Ant. Actus Quartus. Scoena Prima.
Ant. Enter a Merchant, Goldsmith, and an Officer.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. You know since Pentecost the sum is due,
Mar. And since I haue not much importun'd you,
Mar. Nor now I had not, but that I am bound
Mar. To Persia, and want Gilders for my voyage:
Mar. Therefore make present satisfaction,
Mar. Or Ile attach you by this Officer.
Gold. Gold.
Gold. Euen iust the sum that I do owe to you,