Away! they'll kill us.

Due for a chain your husband had of him.

Two hundred ducats.

One Angelo, a goldsmith: do you know him?

He is my prisoner: if I let him go,
The debt he owes will be required of me.

Masters, let him go
He is my prisoner, and you shall not have him.

Good, now, hold thy tongue.

Good sir, be patient.

I do arrest you, sir: you hear the suit.

I do; and charge you in the duke's name to obey me.

That labour may you save: see where he comes.