Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gold. Of credit infinite, highly belou'd,
Gold. Second to none that liues heere in the Citie:
Gold. His word might beare my wealth at any time.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Speake softly, yonder as I thinke he walkes.
Mar. Enter Antipholus and Dromio againe.
Gold. Gold.
Gold. 'Tis so: and that selfe chaine about his necke,
Gold. Which he forswore most monstrously to haue.
Gold. Good sir draw neere to me, Ile speake to him:
Gold. Signior Antipholus, I wonder much
Gold. That you would put me to this shame and trouble,
Gold. And not without some scandall to your selfe,
Gold. With circumstance and oaths, so to denie
Gold. This Chaine, which now you weare so openly.
Gold. Beside the charge, the shame, imprisonment,
Gold. You haue done wrong to this my honest friend,
Gold. Who but for staying on our Controuersie,
Gold. Had hoisted saile, and put to sea to day:
Gold. This Chaine you had of me, can you deny it?