Sir, I must have that diamond from you.

As sure, my liege, as I do see your grace.

He did, and from my finger snatch'd that ring.

When as your husband all in rage to-day
Came to my house and took away my ring--
The ring I saw upon his finger now--
Straight after did I meet him with a chain.

Mark how he trembles in his ecstasy!

How say you now? is not your husband mad?

Now, out of doubt Antipholus is mad,
Else would he never so demean himself.
A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats,
And for the same he promised me a chain:
Both one and other he denies me now.
The reason that I gather he is mad,
Besides this ...

I pray you, sir, my ring, or else the chain:
I hope you do not mean to cheat me so.

Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner,
Or, for my diamond, the chain you promised,
And I'll be gone, sir, and not trouble you.

Your man and you are marvellous merry, sir.
Will you go with me? We'll mend our dinner here?

Well met, well met, Master Antipholus.
I see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now:
Is that the chain you promised me to-day?