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ST. MARK'S PLACE; A RETIRED CORNER BEFORE CORVINO'S HOUSE. ENTER SIR POLITICK WOULD-BE, AND PEREGRINE. SIR P: Sir, to a wise man, all the world's his soil: It is not Italy, nor France, nor Europe, That must bound me, if my fates call me forth. Yet, I protest, it is no salt desire Of seeing countries, shifting a religion, Nor any disaffection to the state Where I was bred, and unto which I owe My dearest plots, hath brought me out; much less, That idle, antique, stale, gray-headed project Of knowing men's minds, and manners, with Ulysses! But a peculiar humour of my wife's Laid for this height of Venice, to observe, To quote, to learn the language, and so forth— I hope you travel, sir, with license? PER: Yes. SIR P: I dare the safelier converse—How long, sir, Since you left England? PER: Seven weeks. SIR P: So lately! You have not been with my lord ambassador? PER: Not yet, sir. SIR P: Pray you, what news, sir, vents our climate? I heard last night a most strange thing reported By some of my lord's followers, and I long To hear how 'twill be seconded. PER: What was't, sir? SIR P: Marry, sir, of a raven that should build In a ship royal of the king's. PER [ASIDE.]: This fellow, Does he gull me, trow? or is gull'd? —Your name, sir. SIR P: My name is Politick Would-be. PER [ASIDE.]: O, that speaks him.
in the Tower. sir. that had waited there. I have heard much of you: 'Tis true. I'll tell you a greater prodigy than these. . SIR P: Now heaven! What prodigies be these? The fires at Berwick! And the new star! these things concurring. sir. SIR P: Fearful! Pray you. SIR P: What should these things portend? PER: The very day (Let me be sure) that I put forth from London. As high as Woolwich. Were there three porpoises seen above the bridge. Few know how many months. PER: Your lady Lies here in Venice. confirm me. for intelligence Of tires. and your lion's whelping. sir. SIR P: On your knowledge? PER: Yes. and a sturgeon. sir. SIR P: Another whelp! PER: Another. As they give out? PER: Six. for the subversion Of the Stode fleet.—A knight. and behaviour. PER: Good Sir Politick. and fashions. be not so. Suck from one flower. ofttimes. And full of omen! Saw you those meteors? PER: I did. strange. sir. of your raven. There was a whale discover'd in the river. sir. sir. sir? SIR P: A poor knight. Among the courtezans? the fine lady Would-be? SIR P: Yes. the spider and the bee. I cry you mercy. SIR P: I am astonish'd. sir. PER: Nay.
pome-citrons. Lemons. Sir. upon my life. SIR P: Sir. and your Selsey cockles. I knew him one of the most dangerous heads Living within the state.SIR P: Is't possible? believe it. should be thought to feign Extremely. In oranges. Stone the fool is dead. at your public ordinary. and such-like: sometimes In Colchester oysters. apricocks. 'Twas either sent from Spain. upon my knowledge. Some other news. or the archdukes: Spinola's whale. PER: Faith. in action. PER: You make me wonder. .—Lord! how deeply sir. sir? SIR P: While he lived.] —O. you apprehend it? He was no kinsman to you? SIR P: That I know of. PER: Indeed. PER: And yet you knew him. Upon my knowledge. my credit! Will they not leave these projects? Worthy sir. musk-melons. SIR P: Stone dead! PER: Dead. And they do lack a tavern fool extremely. in a trencher of meat. Well! that same fellow was an unknown fool. Were he well known. Nay. it seems? SIR P: I did so. Take his advertisement from a traveller A conceal'd statesman. this knight. And those dispensed again to ambassadors. and so I held him. For all parts of the world. why. out of the Low Countries. I hope You thought him not immortal? [ASIDE. in cabbages. I've observed him. SIR P: Is Mass Stone dead? PER: He's dead sir. He has received weekly intelligence. would be a precious thing To fit our English stage: he that should write But such a fellow. if not maliciously.
Made their relations. and so laid. From one of their own coat. yet I'd mark The currents and the passages of things. as the fashion is. the meat was cut So like his character. He could not read. and my bearing. That your baboons were spies. Whose knowledge. sir. sir.] This sir Pol will be ignorant of nothing. sir. Free from the active torrent. by those that did employ him: But he could read. Convey an answer in a tooth-pick. PER: I have heard. and had your languages. In policy. which Is yet so rude and raw. you know all? SIR P: Not all sir. I hold Myself in no small tie unto my fortunes. And flows of state. And now stand fair for fresh employment. I do love To note and to observe: though I live out. PER: Strange! How could this be. before the meal was done. Faith. ay. and that they were A kind of subtle nation near to China: SIR P: Ay. For mine own private use. PER: Believe it. as They made discovery of all: yet I Had my advices here. as sound a noddle— PER: I have heard. but they Were so extremely given to women. .And instantly. May do me great assistance. And to't. in instruction For my behaviour. but I have some general notions. as he Must easily read the cipher. they were return'd. —It seems. sir? SIR P: Why. SIR P: So 'twas given out. and know the ebbs. sir. on Wednesday last. For casting me thus luckily upon you. your Mamuluchi. PER: 'Heart! [ASIDE. they had Their hand in a French plot or two. if your bounty equal it.
Persons of blood. Which he that cried Italian to me. to mount a bank. They are the only knowing men of Europe! Great general scholars. You seem To be a gentleman. Which they will utter upon monstrous oaths: . they are most lewd impostors. SIR P: Why.— [ENTER MOSCA AND NANO DISGUISED. Did your instructor In the dear tongues. there 't must be. sir? MOS: Under that window. Fellows. never discourse to you Of the Italian mountebanks? PER: Yes. that spoils all our brave bloods. Made all of terms and shreds. than their own vile med'cines. The only languaged men of all the world! PER: And. SIR P: Fellows. came you forth Empty of rules. And cabinet counsellors to the greatest princes. excellent physicians. for travel? PER: Faith. SIR P: Why this it is. Trusting our hopeful gentry unto pedants. and honour. from out that vulgar grammar. In this high kind.] PER: Who be these. and mere bark.SIR P: Why. of ingenuous race:— I not profess it. I have heard. I had Some common ones. Most admired statesmen. but my fate hath been To be. that live by venting oils and drugs. no less beliers Of great men's favours. Here shall you see one. sir. SIR P: Pity his ignorance. PER: They are quacksalvers. FOLLOWED BY PERSONS WITH MATERIALS FOR ERECTING A STAGE. Fellows of outside. profest favourites. SIR P: Was that the character he gave you of them? PER: As I remember. where I have been consulted with. The same. touching some great men's sons. taught me.
] Mark but his gesture:—I do use to observe The state he keeps in getting up. and shame to our profession. VOLP: Let me tell you: I am not. VOLP: Most noble gentlemen. no. sir. I was condemn'd a sforzato to the galleys. that he should mount his bank. follow. that spread their cloaks on the pavement. [VOLPONE MOUNTS THE STAGE. PER: 'Tis worth it. you shall behold Another man than has been phant'sied to you. hath at all attached. or content to part with my commodities at a cheaper rate. Which they have valued at twelve crowns before. than I accustomed: look not for it. your Scoto Mantuano. should now. SIR P: Did not I now object the same? PER: Peace. much less dejected me.—Who is it mounts. I wonder yet. ere they part. I cannot endure to see the rabble of these ground ciarlitani. to tell you true. after eight months' absence from this illustrious city of Venice. Nor that the calumnious reports of that impudent detractor. as your Lombard proverb saith. sir. that has been wont t'appear In face of the Piazza!—Here. calumnies are answer'd best with silence. SIR P: Is't he? Nay. sir.Selling that drug for two-pence. Here in this nook. cold on my feet. that I.]: Mount zany. (Alessandro Buttone. sir. in public. who was ever wont to fix my bank in face of the public Piazza. he comes.) who gave out. AND FOLLOWED BY A CROWD OF PEOPLE. as if . Yourself shall judge.] VOLP [TO NANO. near the shelter of the Portico to the Procuratia. follow. SIR P: Sir. I mean. [ENTER VOLPONE. DISGUISED AS A MOUNTEBANK DOCTOR. Note. my friends? MOS: Scoto of Mantua. No. MOB: Follow. and my worthy patrons! It may seem strange. follow! SIR P: See how the people follow him! he's a man May write ten thousand crowns in bank here. worthy gentlemen. then I'll proudly promise. humbly retire myself into an obscure nook of the Piazza. for poisoning the cardinal Bembo's—cook.
SIR P: I told you. and play. and of their tedious captivity in the Turks' galleys. since there is no enjoying this world without thee? Be not then so sparing of your purses. what avails your rich man to have his magazines stuft with moscadelli. who are overjoyed that they may have their half-pe'rth of physic. are not able to make of this precious liquor. and contempt of these. sir. yet. with one poor groat's-worth of unprepared antimony. where very temperately they eat bread. by their splendidous liberalities. for. shall be the scene of pleasure and delight. indeed. is't not good? VOLP: For. finely wrapt up in several scartoccios. And worthily. SIR P: Ay. and my six servants. And. the riches of the poor! who can buy thee at too dear a rate. for I have nothing to sell. so fast as it is fetch'd away from my lodging by gentlemen of your city. our bank. I. and drunk water. or catarrh. very well. these meagre. as to abridge the natural course of life— PER: You see his end. strangers of the Terra-firma. VOLP: These turdy-facy-nasty-paty-lousy-fartical rogues. like stale Tabarine. enjoined them by their confessors. ever since my arrival. are able. when his physicians prescribe him. know. SIR P: Note but his bearing. sir? VOLP: Well. honourable gentlemen. SIR P: Excellent! have you heard better language. or of the purest grape. gentlemen. let them go. it makes no matter. as a wholesome penance. ay. his end. have detained me to their uses. honourable gentlemen. when. little or nothing to sell. to kill their twenty a week. though it purge them into another world. to drink nothing but water cocted with aniseeds? O health! health! the blessing of the rich. PER: You did so. for base pilferies. on pain of death. worshipful merchants. and then come in lamely. and senators too: who. when a humid flux. starved spirits. VOLP: I protest. who have half stopt the organs of their minds with earthy oppilations. being thus removed from the clamours of the canaglia. with their mouldy tales out of Boccacio. by the mutability of . sir. they were the Christians' galleys.they meant to do feats of activity. the fabulist: some of them discoursing their travels. that for this time. want not their favourers among your shrivell'd sallad-eating artizans. were the truth known.
in sum. Tabacco. SIR P: 'Pray you. But known this secret. Nor Raymund Lully's great elixir. . or windy causes— PER: I would he had put in dry too. iliaca passio. this gives the direction. of guacum one small stick. being taken and applied according to my printed receipt. No. the stone. this is the physician. that. likewise behind the ears. take you a ducat. VOLP: To fortify the most indigest and crude stomach.—Zan Fritada. this rare extraction. That to their books put med'cines all in. Ne had been known the Danish Gonswart. retired nerves. both together may be termed an abstract of the theorick and practick in the Aesculapian art. this cures. No Indian drug had e'er been famed. paralysies. cramps. 'Twill cost you eight crowns. or your chequin of gold. putting but a drop into your nostrils. vomited blood. this the medicine. sassafras not named. that hath only power to disperse all malignant humours. NANO [SINGS. and. ill vapours of the spleen. ay. prithee sing a verse extempore in honour of it. cold. they had never (Of which they will be guilty ever) Been murderers of so much paper. easeth the torsion of the small guts: and cures melancholia hypocondriaca. hernia ventosa. were it of one. or Galen. observe. or any other part. And. a most sovereign and approved remedy. SIR P: How do you like him. that proceed either of hot. I! SIR P: Is not his language rare? PER: But alchemy. 'tis this blessed unguento. tremor-cordia. epilepsies. no. through extreme weakness. this works the effect.]: Had old Hippocrates. falls from your head into an arm or shoulder. Or wasted many a hurtless taper. this counsels. stops a disenteria immediately. after the unction and fricace. I never heard the like: or Broughton's books. applying only a warm napkin to the place.—for the vertigine in the head. sir. and apply to the place affected: see what good effect it can work. the strangury. sir? PER: Most strangely. The mal caduco. moist. stopping of the liver. [POINTING TO HIS BILL AND HIS VIAL.air.] For. Ne yet. convulsions.
six crowns is the price. I never valued this ampulla. sir. stills. puff. and all flies in fumo: ha. ha. puff. I ask . air. or leave it. PER: All this. honourable gentlemen. VOLP: But. But may some other gallant fellow say. or for money. howsoever. and mine own excellency in matter of rare and unknown secrets. the pattents and privileges of all the princes and commonwealths of Christendom. SIR P: I do assure you. there be divers that make profession to have as good. when these practitioners come to the last decoction. and less. to our price— PER: And that withal. yet. blow. and many more diseases. continual fires. (as indeed there goes to it six hundred several simples. to extract the four elements. will not do. water. very many have assayed. I spared nor cost nor labour. in courtesy I know you cannot offer me. sir Pol. if I had but time to discourse to you the miraculous effects of this my oil.—Gentlemen. bestowed great cost in furnaces. and as experimented receipts as yours: indeed. surnamed Oglio del Scoto. and am now past the craggy paths of study. where I was authorised. which we buy of the anatomists. for these may be recovered by industry: but to be a fool born. For. alembecks. with his long-sword. not only to disperse them publicly in this famous city. with the countless catalogue of those I have cured of the aforesaid. and preparation of the ingredients. take it. before the signiory of the Sanita and most learned College of Physicians. which is really and essentially in me. or vial. but for this time. whilst others have been at the Balloo. that is to say. both it and I am at your service. out of the honourable hat that covers your head.) but. and come to the flowery plains of honour and reputation. in imitation of that. O. honourable gentlemen. For myself. VOLP: No more. and book them. that is his aim. the fire. I have been at my book. I am content. or but the depositions of those that appeared on my part.Or Paracelsus. that happily joy under the government of the most pious and magnificent states of Italy. where any thing was worthy to be learned. besides some quantity of human fat. by virtue of chemical art. but in all the territories. than their loss of time and money. and earth. at less than eight crowns. eight crowns is high. upon notice taken of the admirable virtues of my medicaments. to be deprived of it for six. VOLP: You all know. I always from my youth have endeavoured to get the rarest secrets. is a disease incurable. either in exchange. for the conglutination. blow. like apes. And gentlemen. to make of this oil. and return you your felt without burn or stain. ha! Poor wretches! I rather pity their folly and indiscretion. I will undertake.
Sixpence it will cost you. PER: Will you be that heroic spark. PER: What monstrous and most painful circumstance Is here. THROWS DOWN HER HANDKERCHIEF. to carry something from amongst you. and strong of tongue? Tart of palate? quick of ear? Sharp of sight? of nostril clear? Moist of hand? and light of foot? Or. nor half a ducat. and for this timely grace you have done your poor Scoto of Mantua. I will not bate a bagatine. I will return you. now. honourable gentlemen. Make no more coil. list to my song. to get some three or four gazettes. nor a moccinigo. nor four. by the banner of my front. over and . NANO [SINGS. Only to shew my affection to you. but buy of this oil. cheerfully. I will come nearer to't. for then I should demand of you a thousand crowns. Fernese.]: You that would last long. shall please it better. have given me. Yet fright all aches from your bones? Here's a med'cine. a pledge of your loves. and to the poor for God's sake. for the nones. Wherefore now mark: I ask'd you six crowns. and six crowns. so the cardinals Montalto. but I despise money. and give the honourable assembly some delightful recreation. and your illustrious State here. nor two. that I will have. only to present you with the fruits of my travels. nor five. beside.] O see! the window has prevented you. or six hundred pound— expect no lower price. for. I will give it a little remembrance of something. than if I had presented it with a double pistolet. sir Pol? [CELIA AT A WINDOW ABOVE. in courtesy. only. to the rich. I have neglected the messages of these princes.you not as the value of the thing. and be advertised. with divers other princes. no. cheerfully. to shew I am not contemn'd by you. Would you be ever fair and young? Stout of teeth. VOLP: Lady. I kiss your bounty. nor one. at other times. Would you live free from all diseases? Do the act your mistress pleases. I am in a humour at this time to make a present of the small quantity my coffer contains. that the first heroic spirit that deignes to grace me with a handkerchief. toss your handkerchiefs. nor three. you have paid me. the great Duke of Tuscany. my gossip.—Tune your voices once more to the touch of your instruments. you shall not give me six crowns. mine own offices. framed my journey hither. Some three-pence in the whole! for that 'twill come to. VOLP: Well. Therefore.
and at the sack of Troy unfortunately lost: till now. Would I reflect on the price? why. .above my oil. so short is this pilgrimage of man (which some call life) to the expressing of it. NANO. colour their hair.—No house but mine to make your scene? Signior Flaminio. PER: What should this mean. did they dance like virginal jacks. all my letters. that page as a line. in this our age. now. clear'd her wrinkles. sir. sir Pol? SIR P: Some trick of state. that bank as a private purse to the purchase of it. by a studious antiquary. whereever it but touches. that line as a word. sir? No windows on the whole Piazza. yet not altogether to be despised. sir? down? What. a secret of that high and inestimable nature. nine thousand volumes were but as one page. as— [ENTER CORVINO. but mine? but mine? [BEATS AWAY VOLPONE. is my wife your Franciscina. colour'd her hair. I will home. it is the powder that made Venus a goddess (given her by Apollo. (but much sophisticated.) wherewith the ladies there. firm as a wall. it was as happily recovered. firm'd her gums. seats your teeth. who sent a moiety of it to the court of France. at this present. that province as a bank. if I should speak to the worth. all my advices.] Heart! ere to-morrow. SIR P: This three weeks. And call'd the Pantalone di Besogniosi. To make your properties. here. in youth it perpetually preserves. Here is a powder conceal'd in this paper. The rest. out of some ruins of Asia. believe it. I'll stand upon my guard. extracted to a quintessence: so that. I shall be new-christen'd. the whole world is but as an empire. About the town. in age restores the complexion. from her deriv'd to Helen. shall make you for ever enamour'd on that minute. wherein your eye first descended on so mean. remains with me. fill'd her skin. that empire as a province. and my shame! come down here. an object. makes them white as ivory. They have been intercepted. Come down. ETC. PER: It may be some design on you: SIR P: I know not. will you down.) that kept her perpetually young. I will only tell you. of which. PER: It is your best. that were black.] COR: Spight o' the devil.
more than dear. Would you had never seen her! VOLP: Nay. sir! Best have a care.] SCENE 2. sir? VOLP: Not without. there spoke . from her refreshing breath. sir. to effect my best To your release of torment. PER: This knight. A ROOM IN VOLPONE'S HOUSE. The fight is all within me.PER: Indeed. bolting from her eyes. My liver melts. And you unhappy: but I'm bound in conscience. and I. and I will. No less than duty. But angry Cupid. SIR P: Nay. Am but a heap of cinders. I may not lose him. [EXEUNT. Hath shot himself into me like a flame. VOLP: Dear Mosca. I will not bid you to dispair of aught Within a human compass. till night. good sir. As in a furnace an ambitious fire. so I will. now. except thou help me. Mosca. MOS: 'Las. VOLP: O. for my mirth. I cannot live. Where. I am wounded! MOS: Where.2. ENTER VOLPONE AND MOSCA. he flings about his burning heat. shall I hope? MOS: Sir. I do confess I was unfortunate. without the hope Of some soft air. Those blows were nothing: I could bear them ever. would thou Had'st never told me of her! MOS: Sir 'tis true. Whose vent is stopt. VOLP: O.
nay.] —and yet I would Escape your Epilogue. and jewels. plate. CORV: Death of mine honour.] SCENE 2. Gold. Employ them how thou wilt. VOLP: But were they gull'd With a belief that I was Scoto? MOS: Sir. you need not. A ROOM IN CORVINO'S HOUSE.My better angel. WITH HIS SWORD IN HIS HAND. Mosca. VOLP: True: Besides. VOLP: I did it well. MOS: So well. To make me known? MOS: No jot. MOS: Use but your patience. Mosca. would I could follow you in mine. with the city's fool! A juggling. then. sir. [EXEUNT. MOS: I doubt not To bring success to your desires. I not repent me of my late disguise. take my keys.3.— Is not the colour of my beard and eyebrows. coin me too: So thou. Scoto himself could hardly have distinguish'd! I have not time to flatter you now. I never meant him for my heir. so applaud my art. we'll part. With half the happiness! [ASIDE. DRAGGING IN CELIA. And as I prosper. prating mountebank! And at a public window! where. tooth-drawing. VOLP: So I have. . whilst he. ENTER CORVINO. in this. VOLP: Nay. but crown my longings. MOS: If you can horn him. all's at thy devotion.
no doubt. Which he most sweetly kist in the receipt. before a multitude! You were an actor with your handkerchief. and you smile Most graciously. or your aunt's might serve the turn. if you'll mount. CORV: No! not to seek and entertain a parley With a known knave. return it with a letter. as the subject of my justice. lady Vanity. you whore! Thou'dst tremble. Or ever stir abroad. than in this heat of wrath And stung with my dishonour. with the cope-stitch. and his dole of faces. And point the place where you might meet: your sister's. noted letchers. when do I make these excuses. As thou wert gaz'd upon with goatish eyes? CEL: Alas. To his drug-lecture draws your itching ears. Stood leering up like satyrs. To give your hot spectators satisfaction! What. dear sir. I should strike This steel into thee. have pacience. let me see. Get you a cittern. And might. yes! He shall come home. to imagine. yes truly. brother. His saffron jewel. down to the foot. Or his embroider'd suit. sir. CEL: Good sir.With his strain'd action. I think you'd rather mount. with as many stabs. You would be damn'd. with the toad-stone in't. if you thought me an Italian. Your mother's. Made of a herse-cloth? or his old tilt-feather? Or his starch'd beard? Well. CEL: Why. would you not mount? Why. mother. all thy race. than at other times. and minister unto you The fricace for the mother. and fan your favours forth. CORV: What couldst thou propose Less to thyself. be appeas'd! I could not think My being at the window should more now Move your impatience. Make one: I'll but protest myself a cuckold. you may: And so you may be seen. Should follow. you shall have him. A crew of old. you may. And be a dealer with the virtuous man. but to the church? And that so seldom— . I'm a Dutchman. And save your dowry. ere you did this. that the murder Of father. Or. was your mountebank their call? their whistle? Or were you enamour'd on his copper rings. unmarried. I! For.
welcome! I guess your news.CORV: Well.] Who's there? SERV: 'Tis signior Mosca. And. I will have this bawdy light damm'd up. Away! [EXIT CELIA. Thy prospect. hear this—let me not prosper. more horror More wild remorseless rage shall seize on thee. Thy lodging shall be backwards. And till't be done. CORV: Is't not his death? MOS: Rather the contrary. sir. Dissect thee mine own self. CORV: Let him come in. know. sir. CORV: Not his recovery? . Nor look toward the window: if thou dost— Nay. more hell. But I will make thee an anatomy. all be backwards. Then here's a lock which I will hang upon thee. whore. stay.] My Mosca. now I think on't. some two or three yards off. Away. it is your own. it shall be less. First. pain of thy life. but they must snuff the air Of rank and sweaty passengers. Being too open. I will keep thee backwards.] His master's dead: There's yet Some good to help the bad. To what I now decree: and therefore mark me.— [ENTER MOSCA.] —One knocks. [EXIT SERVANT. MOS: I fear you cannot.] [ENTER SERVANT. thy walks backwards. That thou shalt know but backwards: nay. since you force My honest nature. that had heedless left His circle's safety ere his devil was laid. and in public. Than on a conjurer. [KNOCKING WITHIN. and no pleasure. makes me use you thus: Since you will not contain your subtle nostrils In a sweet room. I'll chalk a line: o'er which if thou but chance To set thy desperate foot. and read a lecture Upon thee to the city. And thy restraint before was liberty. and be not seen.
I would not do that thing might cross Your ends. since it concerns you most. they may delate My slackness to my patron. am I now employ'd. how they might restore him. Applying but the fricace. Lusty. there. sir: Yet. sir. with Scoto's oil. they have had. a roasted bitch's marrow. work me out Of his opinion. MOS: I know not. Which here I thought to pre-acquaint you with. sir. most unhappily. I could kill the rascal: it cannot be. Have not I Known him a common rogue. are all frustrate! . I am bewitch'd.MOS: Yes. Because. to seem the more officious And flatt'ring of his health. A third would have it a dog. if I do it not. Corbaccio and Voltore brought of it. MOS: And since. with a tumbling whore. to sleep by him. Another a flay'd ape clapp'd to his breast. A little capon's grease. And. His oil should have that virtue. For your advice. At extreme fees. to preserve him. and there all your hopes. sir. and full of juice. on whom I have my whole dependance. Some few sod earwigs pounded caterpillars. Some in his nostrils. come fidling in To the osteria. All his ingredients Are a sheep's gall. Whilst I was busy in an inner room— CORV: Death! that damn'd mountebank. there. Where one would have a cataplasm of spices. But some on't. with flies in't? It cannot be. How? how? how? how? MOS: Why. been glad Of a poor spoonful of dead wine. and fasting spittle: I know them to a dram. my crosses meet to vex me. Ventures. or whatsoever. And most unwillingly. they pour'd into his ears. was no other means. but for the law Now. the college of physicians Consulting on him. a fourth an oil. And to this service. But some young woman must be straight sought out. CORV: Pox o' that fricace. and recover'd him. when he has done all his forced tricks. they all resolved That. CORV: I am curs'd. With wild cats' skins: at last.
CORV: How! MOS: Yes. Some simple thing. CORV: She shall do't: 'tis done. Prevent them if you can. I thought on that. Have you no kinswoman? Odso—Think. think. sir. [WALKS ASIDE. MOS: Ay. I know. He knows the state of's body. That nought can warm his blood sir. One o' the doctors offer'd there his daughter. think.]: I hear him coming. a creature made unto it. Why? alas. sir. is nothing—Wherefore should not I As well command my blood and my affections. that am . think. briefly conclude somewhat. full of art— And age again doting and flexible.I do but tell you. who shall first present him. Besides. Light on a quean may cheat us all. the physician. they are all Now striving. think. think. Nor any incantation raise his spirit: A long forgetfulness hath seized that part. This is my villainous fortune! Best to hire Some common courtezan. Besides sir. CORV: 'Tis true. MOS: No. sir. sir. Slight! if this doctor. Unless 't be for his counsel. but a fever. therefore— I could entreat you. signior Lupo. But they are all so subtle. think. no: it must be one that has no tricks. Offer his daughter. As this dull doctor? In the point of honour. Some wench you may command. perchance. what should I.] If any man But I had had this luck—The thing in't self. CORV: Death to my hopes. sir. who is not engaged. So as—I cannot tell—we may. MOS [ASIDE. who shall know it? some one or two— CORV: I prithee give me leave. CORV: His daughter! MOS: And a virgin. The cases are all one of wife and daughter. which is nothing. what it is.
I'll be brief. you have cut all their throats. prepare him.So deeply in? I will prevent him: Wretch! Covetous wretch!—Mosca. swear it was On the first hearing. . we may let him go. And only you received. And so be thou. nor never was. I think thou thought'st me in earnest. CORV: But do not you forget to send now. for I have something else To ripen for your good. The party you wot of Shall be mine own wife. at the first: And make your count. It is a poor unprofitable humour. Ha! by this light I talk'd so but to try thee: Methinks the lightness of the occasion Should have confirm'd thee. I warrant you. lest they should be before us: Go home. wife? my Celia? wife? [RE-ENTER CELIA. My conscience fools my wit! Well. And he is throttled: it had been done before. the thing. sir? CORV: We'll make all sure. MOS: Sir. [EXIT. I have determined. as thou mayst do. blubbering? Come. CEL: No! CORV: Faith I am not I. I am not jealous. Until I send. 'Tis but to pull the pillow from his head. that the rest Of his starv'd clients shall be banish'd all. Why! 'tis directly taking a possession! And in his next fit. MOS: Sir. MOS: How. But come not. CORV: Ay. I should have motion'd to you. MOS: Fear not. I'll so possess him with it. Come. a plague on't.] —What. But for your scrupulous doubts. you must not know't. Mine own free motion.] CORV: Where are you. sir. dry those tears. truly. tell him with what zeal And willingness I do it. Mosca. But that I would not seem to counsel you.
thou shalt see't. At old Volpone's. where it shall appear How far I am free from jealousy or fear.] . They'll do 'gainst all the watches of the world.Do not I know. thy choicest jewels. In all thy best attire. and make thee ready. with them. [exeunt. and. Come kiss me. Put them all on. And that the feircest spies are tamed with gold? Tut. Go. thy best looks: We are invited to a solemn feast. I am confident in thee. And see I'll give thee cause too. straight. if women have a will. to believe it.