The workes of Beniamin Ionson

Act IIII. Scene V.

VOLPONE, MOSCA.

The first, in the habit of a Com∣mandadora: the other, of a Clarissimo.

AM I then like him?

MOS.

O, sir, you are he: No man can seuer you.

VOLP.

Good.

MOS.

But, what am I?

VOLP.

'Fore heau'n, a braue Clarissimo, thou becom'st it! Pitty, thou wert not borne one.

MOS.

If I hold My made one, 'twill be well.

VOLP.

I'le goe, and see What newes, first, at the court.

MOS.

Doe so. My FOXE Is out on his hole, and, ere he shall re-enter, I'le make him languish, in his borrow'd case, Except he come to composition, with me:

ANDROGINO, CASTRONE, NANO.

ALL.

Here.

MOS.

Goe, recreate your selues, abroad; goe, sport: So, now I haue the keies, and am possest. Since he will, needes, be dead, afore his time, I'le burie him, or gaine by him. I'am his heire: And so will keepe me, till he share at least. To cosen him of all, were but a cheat Well plac'd; no man would construe it a sinne: Let his sport pay for't, this is call'd the FOXE-trap.