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| Corvino. Grave fathers, he is possessed; again, I say, | |
| Possessed. Nay, if there be possession and | |
| Obsession, he has both. | |
| 3 Avocatore. Here comes our officer. | 10 |
| [Enter Volpone disguised.] | |
| Volpone. The parasite will straight be here, grave fathers. | |
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4 Avocatore. You might invent some other name, sir varlet. |
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3 Avocatore. Did not the notary meet him? |
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| Volpone. Not that I know. | |
| 4 Avocatore. His coming will clear all. | |
| 2 Avocatore. Yet it is misty. | |
| Voltore. May’t please your fatherhoods-- | |
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Volpone whispers [to] the Advocate. |
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| Volpone. [Aside to Voltore] Sir, the parasite | 15 |
| Willed me to tell you that his master lives; | |
| That you are still the man; your hopes the same | |
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And this was only a jest-- |
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Voltore. How? |
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Volpone. Sir, to try |
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If you were firm, and how you stood affected. |
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| Voltore. Art sure he lives? | |
| Volpone. Do I live, sir? | |
| Voltore. O, me! | 20 |
| I was too violent. | |
| Volpone. Sir, you may redeem it. | |
| They said you were possessed: fall down, and seem so. | |
| I’ll help to make it good. Voltore falls. | |
| God bless the man! | |
| [Aside to Voltore.] Stop your wind hard, and swell. [Aloud.] | |
| See, see, see, see! | |
| He vomits crooked pins! His eyes are set | 25 |
| Like a dead hare’s hung in a poulter’s shop! | |
| His mouth’s running away! [To Corvino.] Do you see, Signor? | |
| Now ‘tis in his belly-- | |
| Corvino. Ay, the devil! | |
| Volpone. Now, in his throat | |
| Corvino. Ay, I perceive it plain. | |
| Volpone. ‘Twill out, ‘twill out! Stand clear. See where it flies | 30 |
| In shape of a blue toad with a bat’s wings! | |
| [To Corbaccio.] Do not you see it, sir? | |
| Corbaccio. What? I think I do. | |
| Corvino. ‘Tis too manifest. | |
| Volpone. Look! he comes t’himself! | |
| Voltore. Where am I? | |
| Volpone. Take good heart, the worst is past, sir. | |
| You are dispossessed. | |
| 1 Avocatore. What accident is this? | 35 |
| 2 Avocatore. Sudden, and full of wonder! | |
| 3 Avocatore. If he were | |
| Possessed, as it appears, all this is nothing. | |
| [He indicates Voltore’s statement.] | |
| Corvino. He has been often subject to these fits. | |
| 1 Avocatore. Show him that writing. [To Voltore.] Do you know it, sir? | |
| Volpone. [Aside to Voltore.] Deny it, sir, forswear it, know it not. | 40 |
| Voltore. Yes, I do know it well, it is my hand; | |
| But all that it contains is false. | |
| Bonario. O practice! | |
| 2 Avocatore. What maze is this? | |
| 1 Avocatore. Is he not guilty then, | |
| Whom you there name the parasite? | |
| Voltore. Grave fathers, | |
| No more than his good patron, old Volpone. | 45 |
| 4 Avocatore. Why, he is dead! | |
| Voltore. O no, my honoured fathers, | |
| He lives-- | |
| 1 Avocatore. How! Lives? | |
| Voltore. Lives. | |
| 2 Avocatore. This is subtler yet! | |
| 3 Avocatore. You said he was dead? | |
| Voltore. Never. | |
| 3 Avocatore. [To Corvino.] You said so? | |
| Corvino. I heard so. | |
| 4 Avocatore. Here comes the gentleman, make him way. | |
| [Enter Mosca] | |
| 3 Avocatore. A stool! | |
| 4 Avocatore. A proper man! [Aside] And, were Volpone dead, | 50 |
| A fit match for my daughter. | |
| 3 Avocatore. Give him way. | |
| Volpone. [Aside to Mosca.] Mosca, I was almost lost; the advocate | |
| Had betrayed all; but now it is recovered. | |
| All’s o’the hinge again. Say I am living. | |
| Mosca. What busy knave is this? Most reverend fathers, | 55 |
| I sooner had attended your grave pleasures, | |
| But that my order for the funeral | |
| Of my dear patron did require me-- | |
| Volpone. (Aside.) Mosca! | |
| Mosca. Whom I intend to bury like a gentleman. | |
| Volpone. [Aside.] Ay, quick, and cozen me of all. | |
| 2 Avocatore. Still stranger! | 60 |
| More intricate! | |
| 1 Avocatore. And come about again! | |
| 4 Avocatore. [Aside.] It is a match, my daughter is bestowed. | |
| Mosca. (Aside to Volpone.) Will you gi’ me half? | |
| Volpone. [Half-aloud.] First I’ll be hanged. | |
| Mosca. (Aside.) I know | |
| Your voice is good, cry not so loud. | |
| 1 Avocatore. Demand | |
| The advocate. Sir, did not you affirm | 65 |
| Volpone was alive? | |
| Volpone. Yes, and he is; | |
| [Indicating Mosca.] This gent’man told me so. (Aside to | |
| Mosca) Thou shalt have half. | |
| Mosca. [Aloud.] Whose drunkard is this same? Speak some that know him; | |
| I never saw his face. (Aside to Volpone.) I cannot now | |
| Afford it you so cheap. | |
| Volpone. (Aside.) No? | |
| 1 Avocatore. [To Voltore.] What say you? | 70 |
| Voltore. The officer told me. | |
| Volpone. I did, grave fathers, | |
| And will maintain he lives with mine own life, | |
| And that this creature told me. (Aside.) I was born | |
| With all good stars my enemies! | |
| Mosca. Most grave fathers, | |
| If such an insolence as this must pass | 75 |
| Upon me, I am silent; ‘twas not this | |
| For which you sent, I hope. | |
| 2 Avocatore. [Indicating Volpone.] Take him away. | |
| Volpone. (Aside.) Mosca! | |
| 3 Avocatore. Let him be whipped. | |
| Volpone. (Aside.) Wilt thou betray me? | |
| Cozen me? | |
| 3 Avocatore. And taught to bear himself | |
| Toward a person of his rank. | |
| 4 Avocatore. Away! [Volpone is seized.] | 80 |
| Mosca. I humbly thank your fatherhoods. | |
| Volpone. Soft, soft. [Aside.] Whipped? | |
| And lose all that I have? If I confess, | |
| It cannot be much more. | |
| 4 Avocatore. [To Mosca.] Sir, are you married? | |
| Volpone. [Aside.] They’ll be allied anon; I must be resolute. | |
| The Fox shall here uncase. He puts off his disguise. | |
| Mosca. (Aside.) Patron! | |
| Volpone. Nay, now | 85 |
| My ruins shall not come alone. Your match | |
| I’ll hinder sure; my substance shall not glue you, | |
| Nor screw you, into a family. | |
| Mosca. (Aside.) Why, patron! | |
| Volpone. I am Volpone, and this [Indicating Mosca.] is my knave; | |
| This [Indicating Voltore.] his own knave; this, [Indicating Corbaccio.] avarice’s fool; | 90 |
| This [Indicating Corvino.], a chimera of wittol, fool and knave. | |
| And, reverend fathers, since we all can hope | |
| Nought but a sentence, let’s not now despair it. | |
| You hear me brief. |