Now, as I am a Christian, answer me

Antipholus of Syracuse
Now, as I am a Christian, answer me
In what safe place you have bestowed my money,
Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours
That stands on tricks when I am undisposed.
Where is the thousand marks thou hadst of me?

They say this town is full of cozenage,
As nimble jugglers that deceive the eye,
Dark-working sorcerers that change the mind

Dromio of Ephesus
I have some marks of yours upon my pate,
Some of my mistress’ marks upon my shoulders,
But not a thousand marks between you both.
If I should pay your Worship those again,
Perchance you will not bear them patiently.
Antipholus of Syracuse
Thy mistress’ marks? What mistress, slave, hast thou?
Dromio of Ephesus
Your Worship’s wife, my mistress at the Phoenix,
She that doth fast till you come home to dinner
And prays that you will hie you home to dinner.
Antipholus of Syracuse, beating Dromio
What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my face,
Being forbid? There, take you that, sir knave.
Dromio of Ephesus
What mean you, sir? For God’s sake, hold your hands.
Nay, an you will not, sir, I’ll take my heels.
 Dromio of Ephesus exits.
Antipholus of Syracuse
Upon my life, by some device or other
The villain is o’erraught of all my money.
They say this town is full of cozenage,
As nimble jugglers that deceive the eye,
Dark-working sorcerers that change the mind,
Soul-killing witches that deform the body,
Disguisèd cheaters, prating mountebanks,
And many suchlike liberties of sin.
If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner.
I’ll to the Centaur to go seek this slave.
I greatly fear my money is not safe.
 He exits.