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MOS [ASIDE.]: I hear him coming.
CORV: She shall doāt: ātis done. Slight! if this doctor, who is not engaged, Unless āt be for his counsel, which is nothing, Offer his daughter, what should I, that am So deeply in? I will prevent him: Wretch! Covetous wretch!āMosca, I have determined.
MOS: How, sir?
CORV: Weāll make all sure. The party you wot of Shall be mine own wife, Mosca.
MOS: Sir, the thing, But that I would not seem to counsel you, I should have motionād to you, at the first: And make your count, you have cut all their throats. Why! ātis directly taking a possession! And in his next fit, we may let him go. āTis but to pull the pillow from his head, And he is throttled: it had been done before, But for your scrupulous doubts.
CORV: Ay, a plague onāt, My conscience fools my wit! Well, Iāll be brief, And so be thou, lest they should be before us: Go home, prepare him, tell him with what zeal And willingness I do it; swear it was On the first hearing, as thou mayst do, truly, Mine own free motion.
MOS: Sir, I warrant you, Iāll so possess him with it, that the rest Of his starvād clients shall be banishād all; And only you received. But come not, sir, Until I send, for I have something else To ripen for your good, you must not knowāt.
CORV: But do not you forget to send now.
MOS: Fear not.
[EXIT.]
CORV: Where are you, wife? my Celia? wife? [RE-ENTER CELIA.] āWhat, blubbering? Come, dry those tears. I think thou thoughtāst me in earnest; Ha! by this light I talkād so but to try thee: Methinks the lightness of the occasion Should have confirmād thee. Come, I am not jealous.
CEL: No!
CORV: Faith I am not I, nor never was; It is a poor unprofitable humour. Do not I know, if women have a will, Theyāll do āgainst all the watches of the world, And that the feircest spies are tamed with gold? Tut, I am confident in thee, thou shalt seeāt; And see Iāll give thee cause too, to believe it. Come kiss me. Go, and make thee ready, straight, In all thy best attire, thy choicest jewels, Put them all on, and, with them, thy best looks: We are invited to a solemn feast, At old Volponeās, where it shall appear How far I am free from jealousy or fear.
[exeunt.]
ACT 3. SCENE 3.1.
A STREET.
ENTER MOSCA.
MOS: I fear, I shall begin to grow in love With my dear self, and my most prosperous parts, They do so spring and burgeon; I can feel A whimsy in my blood: I know not how, Success hath made me wanton. I could skip Out of my skin, now, like a subtle snake, I am so limber. O! your parasite Is a most precious thing, dropt from above, Not bred āmongst clods, and clodpoles, here on earth. I muse, the mystery was not made a science, It is so liberally profest! almost All the wise world is little else, in nature, But parasites, or sub-parasites.āAnd yet, I mean not those that have your bare town-art, To know whoās fit to feed them; have no house, No family, no care, and therefore mould Tales for menās ears, to bait that sense; or get Kitchen-invention, and some stale receipts To please the belly, and the groin; nor those, With their court dog-tricks, that can fawn and fleer, Make their revenue out of legs and faces, Echo my lord, and lick away a moth: But your fine elegant rascal, that can rise, And stoop, almost together, like an arrow; Shoot through the air as nimbly as a star; Turn short as doth a swallow; and be here, And there, and here, and yonder, all at once; Present to any humour, all occasion; And change a visor, swifter than a thought! This is the creature had the art born with him; Toils not to learn it, but doth practise it Out of most excellent nature: and such sparks Are the true parasites, others but their zanis.
[ENTER BONARIO.]
MOS: Whoās this? Bonario, old Corbaccioās son? The person I was bound to seek.āFair sir, You are happily met.
BON: That cannot be by thee.
MOS: Why, sir?
BON: Nay, pray thee know thy way, and leave me: I would be loth to interchange discourse With such a mate as thou art
MOS: Courteous sir, Scorn not my poverty.
BON: Not I, by heaven; But thou shalt give me leave to hate thy baseness.
MOS: Baseness!
BON: Ay; answer me, is not thy sloth Sufficient argument? thy flattery? Thy means of feeding?
MOS: Heaven be good to me! These imputations are too common, sir, And easily stuck on virtue when sheās poor. You are unequal to me, and however, Your sentence may be righteous, yet you are not That, ere you know me, thus proceed in censure: St. Mark bear witness āgainst you, ātis inhuman. [WEEPS.]
BON [ASIDE.]: What! does he weep? the sign is soft and good; I do repent me that I was so harsh.
MOS: āTis true, that, swayād by strong necessity, I am enforced to eat my careful bread With too much obsequy; ātis true, beside, That I am fain to spin mine own poor raiment Out of my mere observance, being not born To a free fortune: but that I have done Base offices, in rending friends asunder, Dividing families, betraying counsels, Whispering false lies, or mining men with praises, Trainād their credulity with perjuries, Corrupted chastity, or am in love With mine own tender ease, but would not rather Prove the most rugged, and laborious course, That might redeem my present estimation, Let me here perish, in all hope of goodness.
BON [ASIDE.]: This cannot be a personated passion.ā I was to blame, so to mistake thy nature; Prithee, forgive me: and speak out thy business.
MOS: Sir, it concerns you; and though I may seem, At first to make a main offence in manners, And in my gratitude unto my master; Yet, for the pure love, which I bear all right, And hatred of the wrong, I must reveal it. This very hour your father is in purpose To disinherit youā
BON: How!
MOS: And thrust you forth, As a mere stranger to his blood; ātis true, sir: The work no way engageth me, but, as I claim an interest in the general state Of goodness and true virtue, which I hear To abound in you: and, for which mere respect, Without a second aim, sir, I have done it.
BON: This tale hath lost thee much of the late trust Thou hadst with me; it is impossible: I know not how to lend it any thought, My father should be so unnatural.
MOS: It is a confidence that well becomes Your piety; and formād, no doubt, it is From your own simple innocence: which makes Your wrong more monstrous, and abhorrād. But, sir, I now will tell you more. This very minute, It is, or will be doing; and, if you Shall be but pleasād to go with me, Iāll bring you, I dare not say where you shall see, but where Your ear shall be a witness of the deed; Hear yourself written bastard; and profest The common issue of the earth.
BON: I am amazed!
MOS: Sir, if I do it not, draw your just sword, And score your vengeance on my front and face; Mark me your villain: you have too much wrong, And I do suffer for you, sir. My heart Weeps blood in anguishā
BON: Lead; I follow thee.
[EXEUNT.]
SCENE 3.2.
A ROOM IN VOLPONEāS HOUSE.
ENTER VOLPONE.
VOLP: Mosca stays long, methinks. Bring forth your sports, And help to make the wretched time more sweet.
[ENTER NANO, ANDROGYNO, AND CASTRONE.]
NAN: Dwarf, fool, and eunuch, well met here we be. A question it were now, whether of us three, Being all the known delicates of a rich man, In pleasing him, claim the precedency can?
CAS: I claim for myself.
AND: And so doth the fool.
NAN: āTis foolish indeed: let me set you both to school. First for your dwarf, heās little and witty, And every thing, as it is little, is pretty; Else why do men say to a creature of my shape, So soon as they see him, Itās a pretty little ape? And why a pretty ape, but for pleasing imitation Of greater menās actions, in a ridiculous fashion? Beside, this feat body of mine doth not crave Half the meat, drink, and cloth, one of your bulks will have. Admit your foolās face be the mother of laughter, Yet, for his brain, it must always come after: And though that do feed him, ātis a pitiful case, His body is beholding to such a bad face.
[KNOCKING WITHIN.]
VOLP: Whoās there? my couch; away! look! Nano, see: [EXE. AND. AND CAS.] Give me my caps, firstāgo, enquire. [EXIT NANO.] āNow, Cupid Send it be Mosca, and with fair return!
NAN [WITHIN.]: It is the beauteous madamā
VOLP: Would-be?āis it?
NAN: The same.
VOLP: Now torment on me! Squire her in; For she will enter, or dwell here for ever: Nay, quickly. [RETIRES TO HIS COUCH.] āThat my fit were past! I fear A second hell too, that my lothing this Will quite expel my appetite to the other: Would she were taking now her tedious leave. Lord, how it threats me what I am to suffer!
[RE-ENTER NANO, WITH LADY POLITICK WOULD-BE.]
LADY P: I thank you, good sir. āPray you signify Unto your patron, I am here.āThis band Shews not my neck enough.āI trouble you, sir; Let me request you, bid one of my women Come hither to me.āIn good faith, I, am drest Most favorably, to-day! It is no matter: āTis well enough.ā [ENTER 1 WAITING-WOMAN.] Look, see, these petulant things, How they have done this!
VOLP [ASIDE.]: I do feel the fever Entering in at mine ears; O, for a charm, To fright it hence.
LADY P: Come nearer: Is this curl In his right place, or this? Why is this higher Then all the rest? You have not washād your eyes, yet! Or do they not stand even in your head? Where is your fellow? call her.
[EXIT 1 WOMAN.]
NAN: Now, St. Mark Deliver us! anon, she will beat her women, Because her nose is red.
[RE-ENTER 1 WITH 2 WOMAN.]
LADY P: I pray you, view This tire, forsooth; are all things apt, or no?
1 WOM: One hair a little, here, sticks out, forsooth.
LADY P: Doesāt so, forsooth? and where was your dear sight, When it did so, forsooth! What now! bird-eyed? And you too? āPray you, both approach and mend it. Now, by that light, I muse you are not ashamed! I, that have preachād these things so oft unto you, Read you the principles, argued all the grounds, Disputed every fitness, every grace, Callād you to counsel of so frequent dressingsā
NAN [ASIDE.]: More carefully than of your fame or honour.
LADY P: Made you acquainted, what an ample dowry The knowledge of these things would be unto you, Able, alone, to get you noble husbands At your return: and you thus to neglect it! Besides you seeing what a curious nation The Italians are, what will they say of me? āThe English lady cannot dress herself.ā Hereās a fine imputation to our country: Well, go your ways, and stay, in the next room. This fucus was too course too, itās no matter.ā Good-sir, you will give them entertainment?
[EXEUNT NANO AND WAITING-WOMEN.]
VOLP: The storm comes toward me.
LADY P [GOES TO THE COUCH.]: How does my
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