A ROOM IN VOLPONE'S HOUSE.
ENTER VOLPONE AND MOSCA.
VOLP
O, I am wounded!
MOS
Where, sir?
VOLP
Not without;
Those blows were nothing: I could bear them ever.
But angry Cupid, bolting from her eyes,
Hath shot himself into me like a flame;
Where, now, he flings about his burning heat,
As in a furnace an ambitious fire,
Whose vent is stopt. The fight is all within me.
I cannot live, except thou help me, Mosca;
My liver melts, and I, without the hope
Of some soft air, from her refreshing breath,
Am but a heap of cinders.
MOS
'Las, good sir,
Would you had never seen her!
VOLP
Nay, would thou
Had'st never told me of her!
MOS
Sir 'tis true;
I do confess I was unfortunate,
And you unhappy: but I'm bound in conscience,
No less than duty, to effect my best
To your release of torment, and I will, sir.
VOLP
Dear Mosca, shall I hope?
MOS
Sir, more than dear,
I will not bid you to dispair of aught
Within a human compass.
VOLP
O, there spoke
My better angel. Mosca, take my keys,
Gold, plate, and jewels, all's at thy devotion;
Employ them how thou wilt; nay, coin me too:
So thou, in this, but crown my longings, Mosca.
MOS
Use but your patience.
VOLP
So I have.
MOS
I doubt not
To bring success to your desires.
VOLP
Nay, then,
I not repent me of my late disguise.
MOS
If you can horn him, sir, you need not.
VOLP
True:
Besides, I never meant him for my heir.—
Is not the colour of my beard and eyebrows,
To make me known?
MOS
No jot.
VOLP
I did it well.
MOS
So well, would I could follow you in mine,
With half the happiness!
[ASIDE.]
—and yet I would
Escape your Epilogue.
VOLP
But were they gull'd
With a belief that I was Scoto?
MOS
Sir,
Scoto himself could hardly have distinguish'd!
I have not time to flatter you now; we'll part;
And as I prosper, so applaud my art.
[EXEUNT.]