S. Ant.
There's none but witches do inhabit here;
And therefore 'tis high time that I were hence:

She that doth call me husband, even my soul
Doth for a wife abhor. But her fair sister,
Possest with such a gentle sovereign grace,
Of such inchanting presence and discourse,
Hath almost made me traitor to my self:
But lest my self be guilty of self-wrong,
I'll stop mine ears against the mermaid's song. Enter Angelo with a chain.

Ang.
Master Antipholis.

S. Ant.
Ay, that's my name.

Ang.
I know it well, Sir, lo, here is the chain;
I thought t' have tane you at the Porcupine;
The chain unfinish'd made me stay thus long.

S. Ant.
What is your will that I shall do with this?

Ang.
What please your self, Sir; I have made it for you.

S. Ant.
Made it for me, Sir! I bespoke it not.

Ang.
Not once, nor twice, but twenty times you have:
Go home with it, and please your wife withal;
And soon at supper-time I'll visit you,
And then receive my mony for the chain.

S. Ant.
I pray you, Sir, receive the mony now,
For fear you ne'er see chain nor mony more.

Ang.
You are a merry man, Sir; fare you well. [Exit.

S. Ant.
What I should think of this, I cannot tell:
But this I think, there's no man is so vain
That would refuse so fair an offer'd chain.
I see a man here needs not live by shifts,
When in the streets he meets such golden gifts:
I'll to the mart, and there for Dromio stay;
If any ship put out, then strait away. [Exit.

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