265 Ant. E. I never came within these abbey-walls;
Nor ever didst thou draw thy sword on me:
I never saw the [chain, so help me Heaven:]
[And] this is false you burden me withal!
Duke. Why, what an intricate impeach is this!
270 I think you all have drunk of Circe’s cup.
If here you housed him, here he would have been;
If he were mad, he would not plead so coldly:
You say he dined at home; the goldsmith here
Denies that saying. Sirrah, what say you?