FRAILTY.
Your chain, sir?
SIR GODFREY.
My chain is lost, villain.
FRAILTY.
I would he were hang’d in chains that has it then for me.
Alas, sir, I saw none of your chain, since you were hung
with it your self.
SIR GODFREY.
Out, varlet! it had full three thousand Links.
I have oft told it over at my prayers:
Over and over, full three thousand Links.
FRAILTY. Had it so, sir: sure, it cannot be lost then; I’ll put you in that comfort.
SIR GODFREY.
Why, why?
FRAILTY. Why, if your chain had so many Links, it cannot choose but come to light.
[Enter Nicholas.]
SIR GODFREY.
Delusion! now, long Nicholas, where’s my chain?
NICHOLAS.
Why, about your Neck, ist not, sir?