Mos. Bountifull bones! What horride strange offence Did he commit 'gainst nature, in his youth, Worthy this age? you fee, fir, how I worke Vnto your ends; take you no notice. VOLT. No, all: Good Aduocate. Madame, I'le bring you home. LAD. No, I'le goe see your patron. Mos. That I'le tell you, why. My purpose is, to vrge The zeale you' haue shew'n to day, whereas before You were but third, or, fourth, you shall be now Put in the first: which would appeare as beg'd, 90 95 100 VV Ell, I am here; and all this brunt is past: Till this fled moment; here, 'twas good, in But, in your publike, Caue, whil'st I breathe. And I apprehended, straight, some power had strooke me With a dead palsey: well, I must be merry, And shake it off. A many of these feares Would put me into some villanous disease, 5 91 [Aside. G [to VOLT. G 93 [Exit. G IOI [Exeunt. G Act V. SCENE I. A Room in Vol6 apprênded Q Should they come thick vpon me: I'le preuent 'hem. He drinkes. 'Tis almost gone, already: I shall conquer. 15 Drinkes againe. i This heate is life; 'tis bloud, by this time: MOSCA! H Αεὶ ν. Scene II. MOSCA, VOLPONE, NANO, Ow now, fir? do's the day looke cleare againe? Into our way? to see our path, before vs? Is our trade free, once more? VOLP. Exquisite MOSCA! Mos. Was it not carry'd learnedly? VOLP. And Good wits are greatest in extremities. Mos. It were a folly, beyond thought, to trust Any grand act vnto a cowardly spirit: You are not taken with it, enough, me thinkes? VOLP. O, more, then if I had enioy'd the wench: Mos. Why, now you speake, fir. We must, here be Here, we must rest; this is our master-peece: Nay, fir, 12 Q om. stage-direction. Act V. CASTRONE.] 16 Q om. stage-direction. Enter MOSCA. G II woman kind's Q To gull the court VOLP. And, quite diuert the torrent, Vpon the innocent. Mos. Yes, and to make So rare a musique out of discordes Right. VOLP. That, yet, to me's the strangest! how th' hast borne it! That these (being so diuided 'mongst themselues) Should not sent some-what, or in me, or thee, Or doubt their owne side. Mos. True, they will not fee't. Too much light blinds 'hem, I thinke. Each of 'hem That any thing, vnto the contrary, Neuer so true, or neuer so apparent, Neuer so palpable, they will resist it VOLP. Like a temptation of the diuell. Mos. Merchants may talke of trade, and your great signiors VOLP. O (my most honor'd fathers, my graue Vnder correction of your father-hoods, 20 25 30 [508] What face of truth is, here? If these strange deeds 35 May passe, most honour'd fathers-) I had much a doe To forbeare laughing. Mos. 'T seem'd to mee, you sweat, fir. VOLP. In troth, I did a little. Mos. But confesse, Were you not daunted? VOLP. In good faith, I was Neuer, but still my felfe. Mos. I thinke it, fir Now (fo truth helpe me) I must needes say this, fir. 33-6 Q om. parentheses. 40 And, out of confcience, for your aduocate: (In my poore iudgement, I speake it, vnder fauour, Well-to be cosen'd. VOLP. 'Troth, and I thinke so too, By that I heard him, in the latter end. Mos. O, but before, fir; had you heard him, first, Out of pure loue, no hope of gaine right. I cannot answer him, Mosca, as I would, I will beginne, eu'n now, to vexe 'hem all : VOLP. 'Tis This very instant. Mos. Good, fir. VOLP. Call the dwarfe, And eunuch, forth. Mos. CASTRONE, NANO. NAN. 45 50 55 Here. VOLP. Shal we haue a jig, now? Mos. What you please, fir. VOLP. Go, Streight, giue out, about the streetes, you two, 60 That I am dead; doe it with conftancy, Sadly, doe you heare? impute it to the griefe Of this late flander. Mos. What doe you meane, fir? VOLP. O, I shall haue, instantly, my vulture, crow, Rauen, come flying hither (on the newes) 65 To peck for carrion, my shee-wolfe, and all, Greedy, and full of expectation Mos. And then to haue it rauish'd from their mouthes? VOLP. 'Tis true, I will ha' thee put on a gowne, 45-6 Q om. parentheses. 63 [Exeunt Cast. and NaNO. G 58 Enter CASTRONE and NANO. G And take vpon thee, as thou wert mine heire; Get on thy gowne. Mos. But, what, fir, if they aske Mos. I'le say, it stunke, fir; and was faine t' haue it VOLP. Any thing, what thou wilt. Hold, here's my will. 70 75 [509] 80 Get thee a cap, a count-booke, pen and inke, Behind the cortine, on a stoole, and harken; Sometime, peepe ouer; see, how they doe looke; 85 Mos. Your Aduocate will turne stark dull, vpon it. 90 Will crumpe you, like a hog-louse, with the touch. VOLP. And what CORVINO? Mos. O, fir, looke for him, To morrow morning, with a rope, and a dagger, To visite all the streetes; he must runne mad. My Lady too, that came into the court, To beare falfe witnesse, for your worship- VOLP. Yes, And kist mee 'fore the fathers; when my face Flow'd all with oyles. Mos. And sweate, fir. Why, your gold 73 [Gives him a paper. G 76 [putting on a gown G 88 [putting on a cap, and setting out the table, &c. G 95 |