Gold. Nay come I pray you sir, giue me the Chaine:
Both winde and tide stayes for this Gentleman,
And I too blame haue held him heere too long
Anti. Good Lord, you vse this dalliance to excuse
Your breach of promise to the Porpentine,
I should haue chid you for not bringing it,
But like a shrew you first begin to brawle
Mar. The houre steales on, I pray you sir dispatch
Gold. You heare how he importunes me, the Chaine
Ant. Why giue it to my wife, and fetch your mony
Gold. Come, come, you know I gaue it you euen now.
Either send the Chaine, or send me by some token
Ant. Fie, now you run this humor out of breath,
Come where's the Chaine, I pray you let me see it
Mar. My businesse cannot brooke this dalliance,
Good sir say, whe'r you'l answer me, or no:
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