Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. Mar.
Mar. The houre steales on, I pray you sir dispatch.
Gold. Gold.
Gold. You heare how he importunes me, the Chaine.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Why giue it to my wife, and fetch your mony.
Gold. Come, come, you know I gaue it you euen now.
Gold. Either send the Chaine, or send me by some token.
Ant. Fie, now you run this humor out of breath,
Ant. Come where's the Chaine, I pray you let me see it.
Mar. My businesse cannot brooke this dalliance,
Mar. Good sir say, whe'r you'l answer me, or no:
Mar. If not, Ile leaue him to the Officer.
Ant. I answer you? What should I answer you.
Gold. The monie that you owe me for the Chaine.