Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Off. Two hundred Duckets.
Adr. Adr.
Adr. Say, how growes it due.
Off. Off.
Off. Due for a Chaine your husband had of him.
Adr. He did bespeake a Chain for me, but had it not.
Cur. Cur.
Cur. When as your husband all in rage to day
Cur. Came to my house, and tooke away my Ring,
Cur. The Ring I saw vpon his finger now,
Cur. Straight after did I meete him with a Chaine.
Adr. It may be so, but I did neuer see it.
Adr. Come Iailor, bring me where the Goldsmith is,
Adr. I long to know the truth heereof at large.
Adr. Enter Antipholus Siracusia with his Rapier drawne,
Adr. and Dromio Sirac.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. God for thy mercy, they are loose againe.