%;VOLPONE^, LIBRARY MWVEBsrrr of CALIFORNIA SAM Ol£«° Oversize Ben Ionson HIS Volpone: or The Foxe Of this Edition One Thousand Copies have been printed for England and America in demy quarto on Art Paper ot which this is No. And One Hinidred Copies in deniv quarto on Impeinal Japanese Vellum (each containing an extra set ot the Plates in large size printed in photogravure) of which this is No. BEN lONSON / t-xz-u HIS VOLPONE: or THE FOXE A NEW EDITION WITH A CRITICAL ESSAY ON THE AUTHOR BY VINCENT O'SULLIVAN AND A FRONTISPIECE FIVE INITIAL LETTERS AND A COVER DESIGN ILLUSTRATIVE AND DECORATIVE BY AUBREY BEARDSLEY TOGETHER WITH AN EULOGY OF THE ARTIST BY ROBERT ROSS Siiini! et jociindii et idoiiea dicere vitne LONDON LEONARD SMITH ERS am. Co 5 OLD BOND STREET W MDCCCXC\III THIS EDITION OF BEN lONSON'S FAMOUS PLAY "VOLPONE" IS RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED BY THE PUBLISHERS TO THE MOTHER OF THE GIFTED ARTIST WHOSE WORK, HAD HE LIVED TO COMPLETE THE SERIES OF TWENTY-FOUR DRAWINGS IN COURSE OF PREPARATION, WOULD HAVE SO ENRICHED IT. IX THE DRAWINGS COVER DESIGN ...... Page i FRONTISPIECE ...... vi VIGNETTE TO THE ARGUMENT ... 19 VIGNETTE TO ACT i . . . . 21 VIGNETTE TO ACT 2 . . . . 55 VIGNETTE TO ACT 3 . . . . 83 VIGNETTE TO ACT 4 . . .116 VIGNETTE TO ACT 5 .... 147 XI BEN lONSON 1574-1637- " 111 vvliom with Nature Study claimed a part, Yet wlio uuto himself owed all his art ; Here lies Ben Jonson : every age will look With sorrow here, with wonder on his hook." — Cleveland's Epitapli on Jonson. I. HAZLITT, in the notice of Kean's representation of " Every Man in His Humour," which was printed in the Examiner newspaper in 1816, has this to say of Jonson : " It has been observed of Ben Jonson, that he painted not so much human nature as temporary manners, not the characters of men, but their humours; which, becoming obsolete, and being in themselves altogether arbitrary and fantastical, have become unintelligible and uninteresting." If this be so, and if his characters, who make so pleasant a company in a library, no longer hold the stage as the characters of Shakespeare and Moliere hold it, a sufficient cause may be found in the fact that Jonson was not himself a player, and that his interest in the drama, as such, was in consequence but half-hearted. Indeed, he does not hesitate to express his contempt for actors ; and so in his introduction to one of his plays we find him declaring : " It was never acted, but most negligently played by some, the King's servants, and more squeamishly beheld and censured by others, the King's subjects"; and Cokes' speech about the " great players " in the fifth act of " Bartholmew P'ayre," is disparaging enough, and is so curiously modern that it might be made to-day. This brings us at once to a close sympathy with Jonson. He probably hated the stage, and gave voice to his hatred whenever he had the chance. He wrote plays, because the drama was the only means of expression, in his day, for the man who wished to pourtray the absurdity and baseness, the vulgarity and obscenity of the human character. Had he lived in our time, or in the time of F"ielding, he would certainly have been a novelist, and a xiii THE FOXE very great one. The demands of the drama, the entrances and exits and asides, must have pressed upon him heavily : five acts always hampered him : he either had not room to say enough, or he had to say too much. His was a self-conscious art ; and this kind of art cannot be fully developed — nay ! must be very imperfectly developed in the drama. Hence it is that we find so many errors of taste in Jonson's plays — errors, I mean, from the dramatic point of view. His constant intrusion of himself on the audience, his pedantry, his long Latin sentences, his scraps of occult lore, the ill-concealeci desire to talk about himself, to be himself more forward — all these, which might be delightful in a novel, only serve to hinder the action of a plav. Jonson gave little thought to the action of a play ; he cared nothing about it. " In ' Every Man in His Humour,' " says Schlegel in his lecture on Jonson, " the action is extremely feeble and insignificant. In the following, 'Every Man Out of His Humour,' he has gone still farther astray, in seeking the comick effect merely in characatured traits without any interest of situation : it is a rhapsody of ludicrous scenes without connection and progress." Well ! the reason is, as has been said, that Jonson was cabined by the arbitrary forms of the drama ; he wanted more liberty and air. He has alwavs a good story to tell, a story full of interest and irony which dominates the reader till the very end ; but he does not present it dramatically. He presents it rather by the humours and pretensions of his characters, and becomes so engaged with a scene that he very often forgets that a scene is but a part of an act. There is no reason why some of his plays should end where they do, save that the end of the fifth act is come, and the curtain must go down : thus there is in Clerimoni' s remark about the " Knights reformadoes," in the last act of "The Silent Woman," matter for five more acts of excellent comedy, and "The Alchemist" abruptly concludes at a most entertaining point, when Subtle and Dol Common^ mad with rage, are craving for revenge upon the audacious and peremptory Face — a revenge which, we may be sure, Jonson would have been delighted to have given them, had he not been restricted by the canons of the stage. I'urther, his indifference to the details of stagework is shown by the fact that the terminations of his acts are sometimes singularly weak, even for an age when the "strong curtain" was not a fashion. As an instance of this may be cited the second act of " Sejanus " ; and another, tfi which you can easily turn, is the enii of the second act of " X'olpone." xiv THK FOXE Joiison, as a rule (I say as a rule, because there are exceptions which will be considercti hereafter) — as a rule, then, Joiison does not gather up his threails, as many an expert playwright, with no whit of Jonson's genius, could gather them up. To write what an actor calls a good play, a play that will act, a man must have something in himself of the actor. I do not mean that he must strut upon the stage, but he must fathom the characters of men by emotion as well as by external observation ; he must be able to assume at will, and to really kel, the passion of the king and the cardinal, the nun-derer and the saint. "Players" — if I may quote Hazlitt again — "players are the only honest hypocrites. Their life is a voluntary dream, a studied madness. To-day kings, to-morrow beggars, it is only when they are themselves that they are nothing." Now, when we look upon Ben Jonson's portrait, upon the intellectual head, the strong nose, the humorous sensual mouth, we can see the soldier in the army of the Netherlands, where, perhaps, — if his fellow soldiers were like those who served with Uncle Toby in Flanders — he acquired his undoubted mastery over abusive and popular language ; we can see the wit, possibly somewhat truculent, of the Mermaid tavern — the man whose personal force was strong enough to gather about him a number of youthful disciples whom he called his sons ; and we can even imagine that we hear him call out to the Rev. William Cartwright, that "most florid and seraphick preacher*": "My son Cartwright writes all like a man!" — these traits, I say, are to be found in Jonson's portrait, but we can discover nothing of the actor. As his appeal, therefore, is to the intelligence rather than to the emotions, he has been somewhat neglected, and always more talked about than read. Shakespeare, on the other hand, makes a direct and profound appeal to the emotions, and as the name of Jonson inevitably suggests that of Shakespeare, comparison, often so futile and unfair, will not be out of place here. It may be stated at once that Jonson is wanting in passion, the quality that Shakespeare has in all its excellent strength. Shakespeare's passion is like the deep, continuing notes of an organ ; Jonson's, at the best, but the wailing of violins. Some irrational criticks, however, will have none of Jonson because he did not write like Shakespeare. They fail to perceive, these criticks, that the two men ap|iroached their art from altogether different ■■Anthony Woor for the absence of qualities distinguishing the work of an entii-el\' iliflerent order of intellect ; for their indifTerence to the observations of otliers. As \\ho should ask from Reynolds a faithful reproduction of textile fabrics ; and from Carlo Crivelli the natural phenomena of natin^e we expect from Tin^ner and Constable ? For nature as it should be, in the works of Corot ami Turner ; for nature made easy, in modern English landscape ; for nature without tears, in the impressionist fashion, or as popularly \'ie\\eil tiirmigh the camera, Aubrey Beardsley had no feehng. He was frankly imliflerent to picturesque peasants, the beauties of "lovely spots," eithei- in luiglanil or France. A devout Catholic, the ringing of the Angelus tlid not lure him to present mangel-wurzels in an evening haze. The treatment of nature in the larger and truer sense of the word had little attraction for him ; he nc\er tried, therefore, to represent air, atmosphere and light, as man\' clever moilcrn ai'tists have done in black and white. Claude was the onlv lamlscape painter who really interested him. Beardsley's landscape, therefore, is formal, primitive, conventional ; a breath of air hardly shakes tlie delicate leaves of the straight poplars and willows that grow by his serpentine streams. 'I'he gi-eat clifls, XXX vi THE FOXE leaning down in prcinidntories to the sea, have that inircal, architectural appearance so remarkahle in the West of Cornwall, a place he had never visited. Yet his love and observation of flowers, trees and gardens are very striking in the drawings for the " Morte d'Arthur " and the "Savoy" Magazine, but it is the nature of the landscape gardener, not the landscape painter. There is some truth in the half-plavful, half-unfriendly criticism, that his pictures were a form of romantic map-making. Future experts, however, may be trusted to deal with absence ot chiaroscuro, values, tones and the rest. In only one of his drawings, conceived, curiously enough, in the manner of Burne-Jones (an unlikely model), is there anything approaching what is usually termed atmosphere. Eliminating, therefore, all that must not be expected from his art — mere illustration, realism, symbolism and naturalism — in what, may be asked, does his supreme achievement consist .'' He has decorated white sheets of paper as they have never been decorated before ; whether hung on the wall, reproduced in a book, or concealed in a museum, they remain among the most precious and exquisite works of art the nineteenth century can shew, resembling the work of William Blake only in that they must be hated, misunderstood and neglected, ere they are recognized as works of a master. With more simple materials than those employed by the fathers of black and white art, Beardsley has left memorials no less wonderful than the Greek vase-paintings, so highly prized by artists and archaeologists alike, but no less difficult for the uninitiated to appreciate and understand. The astonishing fertility of his invention, and the amount of work he managed to produce, were inconceivable ; yet his work never shews any sign of hurry ; there is no scamping in his deft and tidy drawing. The neatness of his most elaborate designs would suggest many sketches worked over and discarded before deciding on the final form and composition. Strange to say, this was not his method. He sketched everything in pencil, at first covering the paper with apparent scrawls, constantly rubbed out and blocked in again, until the whole surface became raddled from pencil, indiarubber, and knife ; over this incoherent surf^Tce he worked in Chinese ink with a gold pen, often ignoring the pencil lines, afterwards carefully remo\'ed. So every drawing w^as invented, built up, and completed on the same sheet of paper. And the same process was repeated even when he produced replicas. At first he was indifl-'erent to process reproduction, but, owing to Mr. Pennell's .\xxvii THE FOXE influence, he later on always worked with that end in view, perhaps, some will think, thereby losing his independence. But he had nothing to complain of — Mr. Pennell's contention about process was never so well proved as in Beardslev's case. His experiments in colour were not always successful, two of his most delightful designs he ruined by tinting. In the posters and " Studio " lithograph, however, the crude colour is highly effective, and " Mademoiselle de Maupin " shewed he could have mastered water-colour had he chosen to do so. A good deal has been made out of Beardsley's love of dark rooms and lamp light, but this has been grossly exaggerated. He had no great faith in north lights and studio paraphernalia, so necessary for those who use mediums other than his own. He would sometimes draw on a perfectly flat table, facing the light, which would fall directly on the paper, the blind slightly lowered. The sources of Beardsley's inspiration have led critics into grievous errors. He was accused of imitating artists, some of whose work he had never seen, and of whose names he was ignorant at the time the alleged plagiarism was perpetrated — M. Felicien Rops mav be mentioned as an instance. Beardsley contrived a style long before he came across any modern French illustration. He was innocent of either Salon, the Rosicrucians, and the Royal Academy alike ; but his own influence on the Continent is said to be considerable. That he borrowed freely and from every imaginable master, old and new, is, of course, obvious. Eclectic is certainly applicable to him. But what he took he cndoweti with a fantastic and fascinating originality ; to some image or accessory, familiar to an\'one who has studied the oKl masters, he added the touch of modernity which brings them nearer to us, and reached refinements never thought of by the old masters. Imagination is the great pirate of art, and with Beardsley becomes a pretext for invention. Prior to 1891 his drawings are interesting only for their precocity; they may be regarded, as one of his friends has said, more as a presage than a precedent, yet mar\-ellous \slien \()u realise the short intei-val elapsing between their pi-otiuction ami the masterpieces of his matuiMt\'. Flis first enthusiasm was for the work of the Italian primitives, distinguished " for its free and flowing line." Even at a later time, wlien he devoted himself to eighteenth century motiels and ideals, his love of vVndrea Mantegna never Nx.wiii THE FOXE deserted him. He always kept reproductions from Maiitegna at his side, and dechired that he never ceased to learn secrets from them. In the "Litany of Mary Magdalen" and the two versions of "Joan of Arc" this influence is very marked. A Botticelli phase followed, and, though quickly discarded, was reverted to at a later period. The British Museum and the National Gallery were at first his only schools of art. As a matter of course, Rossetti and Burne-Jones, but chiefly through photographs and prints, succeeded in their turn ; the influence ot Burne-Jones lasting longer than any other. Fairly drugged with too much observation of old and modern masters, he entered Professor Brown's art school, where he successfully got rid of much that was superfluous. The three months' training had the most salutary effect on his art. He now took the advice attributed to Sir Edward Burne- Jones, and unlearned much ot his acquired pedantry. The mere penmanship which disfigured some of his early work entirely disappeared. His handling became finer, his drawing less timid. The sketch of Moliere, it may be interesting to note, belongs to this period of his art. A few months afterwards, he commenced the " Morte d'Arthur." Suggested and intended to rival the gloomy and expensive volumes of the Kelmscott Press, it is his most popular and least satisfactory production from an artistic point of view. The borders have far more variety and invention than those in which Morris indulged with wearisome iteration ; the intricate splendours of mediaeval borders are more intelligently imitated or adapted, and neither slavishly copied either from Morris or the Middle Ages. The pictures, moreover, have the merit of suiting the borders. The initial- and tail-pieces are delightful in themselves, and among the most exquisite of his grotesques and embellishments. The popularity of the book was due to its lack of originality, not to its individuality. Media;valism for the middle classes always ensures an appreciative audience. That Morris was annoyed by the sincerest form of flattery can only be explained by Beardsley's superiority at figure drawing and the versatility he showed on every border, while his decoration of the page was more plausible than any Hammersmith effort. Beardsley came to realize afterwards that Mr. Walter Crane was a more intelligent guide and more truly reminiscent of the great book decorators than ever Morris could be. xxxix THE FOXE The " Mortc d' Arthur " may be said, for convenience, to close Aubrey Beardsley's first period ; but he modified his style during the progress of the puMication, and there is no unity of intention in his types or scheme of decoration. He was gravitating Japanwards. He began, however, his so-called Japanesques long before seeing any real Japanese art, except what may be found in the London shop windows on cheap trays or biscuit-boxes. He never thought seriouslv of borrowing from this source until some one not conversant with Oriental art insisted on the resemblance of his drawings to Kakemonos. It was quite accidental. Beardsley was really studying with great care and attention the Crivellis in the National Gallery ; their superficial resemblance to Japanese work occasioned an error from which Beardsley, quick to assimilate ideas and modes of expression, took a suggestion, unconsciously and ignorantly offered, and studied genuine examples. " Raphael Sanzio " (first version) was produced prior to this incident, and " Madame Cigale's Birthday Party" immediately afterwards. His emulation ot the Japanese never lett him until the production of the "Savoy" Magazine. This was the only bad artistic influence which ever threatened to endanger his originality, or permanently vitiate his style. The free use of Chinese ink, together with his intellectual vitality, saved him from "succumbing to Japan," to use Mr. Pennell's excellent phrase. A series of grotesques to decorate some rather silly anthologies pro- duced in the same year as the " Morte d'Arthur " are mar\'els of ingenuity, and far more characteristic of the artist. With them he began a new period, throwing over the deliberate archaism and mei.lia;valism, of which he began to tire. In the illustrations to " Salome," he reached the consummation ot the new conventiori he created tor himself. Japanese art henceforth ilonnnated him for some time, and Burne-Jones is the only old influence that clings. Before commencing "Salome" two events conti'ibuted to give Beardsley a fresh impetus and stimulate his method of expression : a series of visits to the collection of (ireek vases in the British Museum (jirompted by an essay of Mr. I). S. McColI), and to the fuuous Peacock Room of Mr. Whistler, in Prince's Gate— one the antithesis of Japan, the other of Burne-Jones. Im- pressionable at all times to novel sensations, his artistic perceptions vibrated with a new and inspired enthusiasm. Critical appreciation iiiuicr his pen meant creation. l-'rom the Cireek vase painting he learned thai drapery can be xl THE KOXE rcpi'csciitcd L-ftcctiKilK' with ;i tew lines, ilisposcd with ecoiioin\', not by a lumilxT tif imhnishL-d scratches and su|XTtiU()US shading. If the " Salume " drawings ha\e am' taidt at all, it is that the texture of the pictures suggests some other iiiediLini than pen and ink, as Mr. Walter Crane has pointed out in his other work. They are wrought rather than drawn, and might be designs tor the panel ot a cabinet, tor Limoges or oriental enamel. " The Rape ot the Lock" is, therefore, a more satisfactory exam|ile of black and white art. Beardsley's second period lasted until the fourth volume of the "Yellow Book," in which the " Wagnerites " should be mentioneil as one of the finest. Li 1896, at the suggestion of Mr. Smithers and other friends, he turned his attention to the eighteenth century, in the literature of which he was always deeply interested. Eisen, Moreau, Watteau, Cochin, Pietro Longhi, now became his masters. The alien art of ^\^lgner often supplied the theme and subject. The level of excellence sustained throughout the " Savoy " Magazine is extraordinary', in view of the terrible state of his health. His unexampled precision of line never falters ; and while his com- position gains in simplicity, his capacity for detail has not fiagged. It is, perhaps, an accident that in his most pathetic drawing, " The 13eath of Pierrot," his hand seems momentarily to have lost its cunning. The same year he gave us "The Rape of the Lock," deservedly regarded by artists as the consummation of his genius ; and an even more astonishing set of drawings to the " Lysistrata " of Aristophanes. Ihey are grander than the " Rape ot the Lock," and larger in treatment than anything he ever attempted. Privately issueci, Beardsley was able to give full rein to a Rabelaisian fantasy, which he sometimes cultivated with too great persistence. Irritated by what he considered as over-niceness in some of his critics, he seemed determined to frighten his public. There is nothing unwholesome or suggestive about the " Lysistrata " designs : they are as frank, free, and outspoken as the text. Lor the countrymen of Chaucer to simulate indignation about them can only be explained " because things seen are greater than things heard." A real artist, Beardsley has not burdened himself with chronology or archaeology. Conceived somewhat in the spirit of the eighteenth century, the pei'iod of gracefid indecency, there is here, however, an Olympian air, a statuescjue beauty, only comparable to the classical antique. The illusion is enhanced by the absence of all background, giving an added toucli of severity to the compositions. xli / THE FOXE Eighteen hundred and ninetv-six was vci-itahl\' an lOniiis mirabilis even for Aubrey Beardsley. 1 he general tendency ot' his style remains unitorni, though without sameness. He adapted his technique to the requirements of his subject. Always mindlul ot the essential, rejecting the needless, he now realised his genius ; and it would be impossible to believe he could have surpassed the work ot 1896 but tor the fragments of " Volpone." h'roni the infinite variety ot the "Savoy" Magazine it is difficult to choose any of particular importance : tor his elaborate manner, the first plate to " L'nder the Hill " ; and in a simpler style, the fascinating illustration to his own poem, " I'he Barber"; "Ave Atque Vale" and "The Death of Pierrot" have, besides, a human interest over and above any artistic quality they possess. For the " \'olpone " Beardsley again developed his style, and sought tor new effects ; he discarded pen and ink. The ornate, delicate initial letters, all he li\ed to finish, must be seen in the originals before their simiptiious qualities, their solemn melancholy dignity, their dexterous handling, can be appreciated. The use ot a camel's-hair brush tor the illustrations to " Mademoiselle cie Maupin," one ot his last works, shoidil be noted, as he so rarely used it- Beardsley's invention never failed him, so that it is almost impossible to take a single drawing, or set i.A drawings, as typical ot his art. Each design is rather a type ot his own intellectual mood. It the history ot grotesque remains to be written, it is alread\' illustrated by his art. A subject little understood, it belongs to the dim ways ot criticism. I here is no canon or school, and the artist is allowed to be wiltul, untrammelled by rule or precedent. True grotesque is not the art either of primitives or decadents, but that of skilled and accomplisheti workmen who have reached the zenith ot a [X'culiar coiu'ention, howes'er confined ami limited that convention may be. Byzantine art, one of our links with the East, should some day furnish us with a key to a m\'stery which is now obscured by symbolists and stutlents of serpent worship. The (ireeks, with their supreme sanity and unrivalled plastic sense, afford us no real examples, though their archaic art is often pressed into the category. Beardsley, who received recognition tor this side of his genius, enqihasised the grotesque to an extent that precludecl any popularity among |-ieople who care only toi- the trivial and " pretty." In him it was allieil to a mordant lumiour, a certain tescennine abstraction, offensive to many ; this, h(nvever, does not excuse the use ot the .\lii THE FOXE word eccentric, wliicli, with " gr(itesi|ue " ;ind "picturesque," is more misapplied than any word in the I'.nglish language. All great art is eccentric to the herd. I'he decoration on the Partlienon was so eccentric that I'lieidias was put in prison. The work ot Mr. Whistler and Sir Edward Burne-Jones, once derided as eccentric, is now accepteci as classic. And wherever a verdict is solicited troni the inieducated, all new art will be dubbed eccentric, trampled on and despised ; even as the first tidip that blossomed in England was rooted out and burnt tor a worthless weed by the conscientious Scotch gardener. To compare Beardsley with anv of his contemporaries would be inijust to them and to him. He belonged to no school, and can leave no legend, in the sense that Rossetti, Mr. Whistler, and Professor Legros have done ; he proclaimed no theory ; he left no counsel of perfection to those who came after him. In England and America a horde of depressing disciples aped his manner with a singular want of success ; while admirable and painstaking artists modified their own convictions in the cause of unpopularity with fatal results. The sensuous charm of Beardsley's imagination and his mode of expression have only a superficial resemblance to the foreign masters of black and white. He continued no great tradition of the sixties ; has nothing in common with the inventive genius of Mr. Charles Ricketts and his followers ; nothing of the pictorial propriety that distinguishes the work of his friend, Mr. Pennell, or the homogeneous congruity of Boyd Houghton, Charles Keeiie, and Mr. Frederic Sandys. He made use of different styles where other men employed different mediums. Unperplexed by painting or etching or lithography, he was satisfied with the simplest of all materials, attaining therewith un- approachable executive power. Those who cavil at his flawless technique ignore the specific quality of drawing characterising every great artist. The grammar of art exists only to be violated. Its rules can be learnt by anyone. Those who have no artistic perception invariably find faidt with the perspective. A great artist has, however, pointed out to the present writer weaknesses in the extremities of Beardsley's figures — the hands and feet being interruptions rather than continuations of the limbs. Occasional carelessness in this respect is certainly noticeable, and the structure of his figures is throughout capricious. It was no fault in his early work ; the hands and feet in the " Joan of Arc," if crude and exaggerated, being carefully modelled. While the right hand of " Salome," grasping the head of the Baptist, is perfectly xliii THE FOXE drawn, the left is feeble, when examined closely. For sheer drawing nothing can equal the nude figure in the colophon to " Salome." The outstretched, quivering hands of Ali Baba are intentionally rendered larger than proportion allows, to render dramatic expression, not reality. For the purpose ot efiect he adapted proportions, realising that jierfect congruity and reality are irre- concilable. None of the figures in the dramatic "Battle ot Beaux and Belles could sit on the fallen chair in the foreground. There is no need to disturb ourselves with hopes and fears for the estimation with which posterity will cherish his niemorv ; art history cannot afford to overlook him ; it could hardly resist the pretext of moralizing, expatiating and explaining away so considerable a factor in the book illustration ot the nineties. As a mere comment on the admirations ot twenty years, Beardslev is invaluable ; he sums up all the delightful manias, all that is best in modern appreciation — Greek vases, Italian primitives, the " Hypnerotomachia," Chinese porcelain, Japanese Kakemonos, Renaissance friezes, old F'rench and English furniture, rare enamels, media'val illumination, the debonnaire masters ot the eighteenth century, the English pre-Raphaelites. There are difierences of kind in aesthetic beauty, and for Beardsley it was the marriage of arabesque to figures and objects comely or fantastic, or in themselves ugly. I'or hithei'to the true arabesque abhorred the graven image made of artists' hands. To future tlraughtsmen he will have something of the value of an old master, studied for that fastidious technique which ignorant critics believed to be a trick ; and collectors of his work may live to be rallied for their taste ; but the wheat and the chaff contrive to exist together through the centuries. A passing reference should be made to the Beardsley of |io|nilar tlelusion. A student ot Callot and 1 logarth, he took suggestions from the age in which he lived and from the literature ot J'.nglish ami iM-ench contemjioraries, Init with no implicit accejitance of the tenets of any groups oi- schools which flutter the tlove-cots of l^'leet Street. 1 le stooi.1 apart, inde[iendent of the shibboleths ot art anil literature, with the grim and sometimes mocking attention of a pectator. lie revealed rather than ci'eateii a feminine type, ot^'eriiiL!; no solution for the jiroblenis of i'ro\idence. The strange, the true and the beautiful are ri|ually revolting to the multitude. .Apiilying the e|iitliet "original" to an art so intenseh' reminiscent, so geniously retrospective, might seem paradoxical to those unacquainted with s 111 .\liv THE FOXF. Beardslcv's more elegant acliie\'enients. I lis is not the originality of Corot and Whistler, \\ith a new inter|iretation ot nature, another sehenie ot ai't ami decoration, hut leather the seholai-lv originality of Raphael — a scholai-shi]i grounded on a thousand traditions and yet striking an entirely new note in art. In his imagination, his choice of motif, his love for inanimate nature, his sentiment for accessory, — rejected Ii\' many modern artists, still so necessary to the modern temper, — his curious type which quite overshadowed that of the pre-Raphaelites, the singular technical cpialities at his command, Beardsley has no predecessors, no rivals. Who has ever managed to suggest such colon i- in masses of black deftly composed .'' Reference to the text is unnecessary to learn that the hair of Herodias was purple. His style was mobile, dominating or subordinate to the subject, as his genius dictated. He twisted human forms, some will think, into fantastic peculiar shapes, becoming more than romantic — antinomian. He cioes not appeal to experience but to expression. The trancjuil trivialities ot what is usually understood by the illustration of books had no meaning for him ; and before any attempt is made to discriminate and interpret the spirit, the poetical sequence, the literary inspiration which undoubtedly existed throughout his work, side by side with technical experiments, his exemption from the parallels of criticism must be remembere(.l diily. Robert Ross. xlv g VoLPONE ; OR, The Foxe. 4 I i TO THE MOST NOBLE AND MOST EQUALL SISTERS, THE TWO FAMOUS UNIVERSITIES, FOR THEIR LOVE AND ACCEPTANCE SHEw'n TO HIS POEME IN THE PRESENTATION : BEN: lONSON, THE GRATEFUL ACKNOWLEDGER, DEDICATES DOTH IT, AND HIMSELFE. There followcs an Epistle, if you dare venture on the length. 4 I THE EPISTLE N1''A'ER {most aequall Sisters) had any man a wit so presently excellent, as that it could raise it selfe ; but there must come both Matter, Occasion, Commenders, and Favourers to it. If this be true, and that the fortune of all Writers doth daily prove it, it behoves the carelull to provide, well, toward these accidents ; and, having acquir'd them, to preserve that part ot reputation most tenderly, wherein the benefit ot a Friend is also defended. Hence is it, that I now render myselte gratetull, and am studious to justifie the bounty ot your act : To which, though your mere authority were satistving, yet, it being an age, wherein Poetry and the Professors of it heare so ill, on all sides, there will a reason bee look'd tor in the subject. It is certaine, (nor can it with any forehead be oppos'd) that the too-much license ot Poetasters, in this time, hath much deform'd their Mistresse ; that, every day their manifold, and manifest ignorance doth stick unnatural reproches upon her : But for their petulancy, it were an act of the greatest injustice, either to let the learned suffer ; or so divine a skill (which indeed should not be attempted with uncleane hands) to fall, under the least contempt. For if men will impartially, and not a-squint, looke toward the offices, and functions of a Poet, they will easily conclude to themselves, the impossibility of any mans being the good Poet, without first being a good Alivi. He that is sayd to be able to informe young-men to all good disciplines, inflame growne men to all great vertues, keepe old men in their best or supreme state, or as they decline to child-hood, recover them to their first strength ; that comes forth the Interpreter, and Arbiter of Nature, a Teacher of things divine, no less than humane, a Master in manners ; and can alone (or with a few) effect the business of Man-kind. This, I take him, is no subject for Pride, and Ignorance to exercise their railing rlietorique upon. But, it will here be hastily answer'd, that the -ivritcrs of these days are other things ; that, not onely their manners, but their natures are inverted ; THE FOXE and nothing remaining with them ot the dignity of Poet, but the abused name, which every Scribe usurpes : that now, especially in Dramatick, or (as they term it) Stage-Pof/rv, nothing but Ribaldry, Profanation, Blasphemy, all License of offence to God and Man, is practisd. I dare not deny a great part of this (and am sorry, I dare not) because in some mens abortive features (and would they had never boasted the light) it is over-true : But, that all are embarqu'd in this bold adventure tor Hell, is a most uncharitable thought, and, uttered, a more malicious slander. For my particular, I can (and from a nu)St cleare conscience) affirme that I have ever trembled to thiiike toward the least Prophanenesse ; have loathed the use of such foule, and un-washed Baudr'y, as is now made the foode of the Scene : And, howsoever I cannot escape, from some, the imputation of sharpnesse, but that they will say, I have taken a pride or lust to be bitter, anci not my yongest Infant but hath come into the world with all his teeth ; I would aske of these super- cilious Poliliques, what Nation, Society, or generall Order, or State I have provokd ? What publique Person? Whether I have not (in all these) preserv'd their dignity, as mine owne person, safe? My Worres are read, allow'd, (I speake of those that are iiitirely mine) looke into them, what broad reproofes have I usd. Where have I bin particular? where personall, except to a Mimick, Cheater, Baud or Buffon, creatures (for their insolencies) worthy to be tax'd ? or to which of these so pointingly, as he might not, either ingeniously have confest, or wisely dissembled his disease ? But it is not Rumour can make me guilty, much less entitle me, to other mens crimes. I know, that nothing can be so innocently writ, or carried, but may be made obnoxious to construction ; mary, whilst I beare mine innocence about me, I feare it not. Ap[ilicati<)n, is now, growne a Trade with many, and there are, that professe to have a Key for the deciphering of every thing, but let wise and noble Persons take heed how they bee too credulous, or give leave to these invading Interpreters to be over-familiar with their fames, who cunningly ^ often, utter their owne virulent malice, under other mens simplest meanings. As for those, that will, (by faults which charity hath rak'd up, or common honesty conceal'd) make themselves a name with the Multitude, or (to drawe their rude, and beastly clappes) care not whose living faces they intrench with their petulant stiles ; may they doe it, without a rivall, tor me : 1 chuse rather to live grac'd in obscuritie, than share with them, in so preposterous a fame. Nor can I blame the wishes of those grave, and wiser Patrioles, who, THE FOXE providing the hurts these licentious spirits may do in a State, desire rather to see Kooles and Divells, and those antique reliqucs of Barbarisme retriv'd, with all other ridiculous, and exploded follies : than behold the wounds of Private men, of Princes, and Nations. For as Horace makes Trebatius speake, in these. Sibi qttisque timet ^ quanquam est intactits, et odit. And men may justly impute such rages, if continu'd, to the Writer^ as his Sports. The encrease of which lust in liberty, together with present trade of the Stage, in all their misc'line Enterlitdes^ what learned or liberall soule doth not already abhor ? Where nothing but the garbage of the time is utter'd, tf? that with such impropriety of phrase, such plenty of soloecismes, such dearth of sense, so bold prolepses, so rackt metaphors, with brothelry able to violate the eare of a Pagan, and blasphemy, to turne the bloud of a Christian to water. I cannot but be serious in a cause of this nature, wherein my fame, and the reputations of diverse honest, and learned are the question ; when a Name, so full of authority, antiquity, and all great marke, is (through their insolence) become the lowest scorne of the Age : And those Men subject to the petulancie of every vernaculous orator, that were wont to be the care of Kings, and happiest Monarchs. This it is that hath not onely rap't mee to present indignation, but made mee studious, heretofore, and by all my actions, to stand ofF, from them ; which mav most appeare in this my latest Worke (which you, most learned Arbitresses, have seene, judg'd and to my crowne approv'd) wherein I have labour'd, for their instruction, and amendment, to reduce, not only the ancient formes, but manners of the Scene, the easiness, the propriety, the innocence, and last the doctrine, which is the principall end of Poesy to informe men, in the best reason of living. And though my Catastrophe may, in the strict rigour of Comic k Law, meete with censure, as turning back to my promise ; I desire the learned, and charitable critick to have so much faith in me, to think it was done off industrye. For with what ease I could have varied it, nearer his scah' (but that I fear to boast my owne faculty) 1 could here insert. But my special aim being to put the snafle in their mouths, that crie out, we never punish vice in our Enterludes &c. I tooke the more liberty ; though not without some lines of example drawne even in the ylntients themselves, the goings out of whose Comoedies are not always joyiuU, but oftimes, the Baudes, the Servants, the Ri vails, yea and the maisters are mulcted : and fitly, it being the office of a 7 THE FOXE C6w;V^'-poet to imitate justice and instruct to life, as well as puritie of language, or stirre up gentle affections. To which, upon my next opportunity toward the examining is" digesting of my noWs, I shall speake more wealthily, and pay the World a debt. In the meanetime (mosl reverenced Sisters) as I have car'd to he thankful! for your affections past, and here made the understanding acquainted with some ground of your favors ; let me not dispayre their continuance, to the maturing of some Worthier fruits, wherein, if my Muses bee true to me, I shall raise the dispis'd head of Poetry againe, and stripping her out of those rotten and base ragges, wherewhich the Times have adulterated her forme, restore her to her primitive habite, feature and majesty, a!id render her worthy to be imbraced, and kist, of all the great and Maister spirits of our World. As for the vile, and slothfull, who never affected an act, worthy of celebration, or are so inward with their owne vicious natures, as they worthely feare her ; and thinke it a high point of policie to keepe her in contempt with their declamatory and windy invectives : Shee shall, out of just rage, incite her Servants (who are Genus irritabile') to spout inke in their faces that shall eate farcier than their marrow, into their fames; and not Cinnamus the Barber, with his art, shall be able to take out the brands, but they shall live, and be read, till the Wretches die, as Things worst deserving of themselves in chiefe, and then of all mankind. From my house in the Black-Friars this II. of bVbruary. 1607. THE FOXE AD UTRAMOUE ACADEMIAM, De Beniamin Ionsonio Hie 'die est primus^ qui doctuni drama Britannis, Graiorum antiqua^ et Lath monimenta Theatric Tanqiiam explorator versans^ foelicibus a/isis Prebebit : magnis ceplis Genii iia astra favete Alterutrd veteres contenti laude : Cothurnuni hie, Atque pari soccum tracbat Sol scenicus arte ; Das VoLPONE ioeos, fletiis Seiane dedisti. At si loNsoNiAS mulctatas limite Mrs as Angus t a plangent quiquam : Vos, dicite, eontru, O nimiuni miseros qnihus Anglis Anglica lingua Aut >ioH sat nota est ,• aut que is (seu trans mare natis ) Haud nota omnino : Vegetet eum tempore Vates, Mutabit patriam, fietque ipse Anglus Apollo. E. B. THE FOXE Amicissimo, if? Meritissimo Ben: Ionson. Quod arte ausus es hie tiid, Poeta, Si auderent hominum Deique iiiris Consulti, veteres sequi aemularierque, O omnes saperemus ad salutem. His sed sunt veteres aranensi ; Tarn nemo veterum est sequutor^ ut In Illos quod sequeris novator audis. Fac tamen quod agis ; tuique prima. Libri Canitie induantnr hord : Nam cartis pueritia est negandu, Nascanturque senes, oportet, illi Ijhri, queis dare vis perennitatem. Priseis, ingenium faeit, laborque Te pareni ; hos superes, ut i£ futiiros. Ex nostra vitiositate fumas, dud priseos superamus, ifi futuros. I. J). THE FOXE To Diy friend Mr. Ion son. Epigramme. lonson, to tell the world what I to thee Am, 'tis Friend. Not to praise, nor usher forth Thee, or thy Worke, as if it needed mee. Send I these ri'mes to adde ought to thy worth, So should I flatter my selfe, and not thine ; For there were truth on thy side, none on mine. To the Reader. Upon the IVorke. It thou dars't bite this Foxe, then read my ri'mes ; Thou guilty art of some of these foule crimes : Which, else, are neyther his, nor thine, but Times. If thou dost like it, well ; it will imply Thou lik'st with judgment, or best company : And hee, that doth not so, doth yet enine. The auntieul formes reduc'd, as in this age The vices, are ; and bare-fac'd on the stage : So boyes were taught t' abhorre seene dronkards rage. T. R. II THE FOXE To wv deare friend, .\Ir. Beiiia- miii lonso)!, upon his FoxE. If it might stand %cith lustice, to allo-zv The szuift conversion of all follies ; noza, Such is my Mercy, that I could admit All sorts should equally approve the wit. Of this thy even zvorke : zvhose grozving fame. Shall raise thee high, and thou it, zvith thy Name. And did not Manners ; and my Love command Mee to forbeare to make those understand. Whom thou, perhaps, hast in thy zviser doome. Long since, firmely resolv d shall never come To know more than they do ; I would have showne To all the world, the Art, which thou alone Hast taught our tongue, the rules of Time, of Place, And other Kites, deliver d zvith the grace Of Coniick stile, zvhich onelv, is farre more. Than an\' English Stage hath knozvne before. But since our subtle Gallants thinke it good To like of nought, that may be understood. Least they should be disprov'd; or have, at best. Stomachs so raiv, that nothing can digest But zvhat's obscene, or barkes : Let us desiir They mav continue, simplie, to admire Fine Clothes, and strange words ; and may live, in age. To see themselves ill-brought upon the Stage, And like it. Whilst thy bold, and knowing Muse Contemik's all praise, but such as thou zoouldst chusc. V. H. 12 THE FOXE To my good friend. Air. lonson. The strange new follies ot this idle age, In strange new tornies, presented on the Stage By thy quick Muse, so pleas'd iudicious eyes ; That th' once-admired antient Conioedies P'ashions, like clothes growne out of fashion, lay Lock'd up from use : untill thy Koxe birth-day, In an old garbe, shew'd so much art, and wit, As they the laurell gave to thee, and it. D. D. To the ingenious Poet. The FoxE that eas'd thee of thy modest feares, And earth'd himselte, alive, into our eares. Will so, in death, commend his worth, and thee As neyther can, by praises, mended bee : Tis friendly folly, thou maist thanke, and blame. To praise a booke, whose forehead beares thy Name. Then loNsoN onely this (among the rest) I, ever, have observ'd, thy last work's best : Pase, gently on ; thy worth, yet higher, raise ; Till thou write best, as well as the best Plaves I. C. 13 THE FOXE To his deare Friend, Benianiin lonson. his VOLPONE. Come, yet, 7nore forth, Volpone, cduI thy chase Performe to al length, for thy breath -ivil serve thee; The Usurer slial, never, weare thy case : Men do not hunt to kill, hut to preserve thee. Before the best houndes, thou dost, still, but play ; yl>id, for our -ivhelpes, alasse, they yelp in vaine : Thou hast no earth ; thou hunf st the Milkc-whiteway ; And, through tli Elisian feilds, dost make thy traine. And as the 'Sytnbole of lifes Guard, the Yiare, That, sleeping, ivakes ; and for her feare -luas saf't. So, thou shall be advanced, and make a starre, Pole to all zvitts, beleev'd in, for thy craft. In which the Scenes, both Marke, and Mystery Is hit, and sounded, to please best, and ivorst ; To all which, since thou mak'st so sweete a cry. Take all thy best fare, and be nothing curst. G. C. 14 THE FOXE Jo my luorthily-esleemed Mr. Bcii lonson. VOLPONE now is dead indeed, and lies Exposed to the censure of all eies, And mouth's ; now he hath run his traine, and shovv'n His subtil! body, where he best was knowne ; In both Minerva s Cittyes : he doth yeeld His well-form'd-limbs upon this open field. Who, it they now appeare so faire in fight. How did they, when they were endew'd with spright Of Action ? Yet in thy praise let this be read. The FoxE will live, when all his hounds be dead. E. S. Jo the true M'- i>i his Art, B. lonson. Forgive thy friends ; they would, hut cannot praise Inough' the wit, art, language of thy Playes : Forgive thy foes ; they will not praise thee. Why ? Thy fate hath thought it hest, they should envy. Faith for thy Foxes sake, forgive then those Who are not worthy to be friends, nor foes. Or, for their owne brave sake, let them be still Fooles at thy mercy, and like what they will. I. F 15 The Persons of the Comoedye VOLPONE, a Magnifico. MOSCA, Ills Parasite. VOLTORK, an Advocate. CORBACCIO, an olde Gentleman. CORVINO, a Merchant. AVOCATORI, 4 Magistrates. NOTARIO, the Register. NANO, a Dwarfe. CASTRONE, an Eunuch. grp:ge. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE, a Knight. peregrine, a Gent-Travailer. BONARIO, a Tong Gentleman. FINE MADAME WOULD-BI-'.E, the Knight's If'ife. CELIA, the Merchant's JFife. COMMANDADORI, Officers. MERCATORI, t, Merchants. ANDROGYNO, a Ilermaphroduc. SERVITORE, a Servant. WOMEN 2. THE ARGUMENT OLPONE,child- Icssc, rich, hiincs sick, dfspai res, O ffc r s his state to hopes of several! heyres, 1 , ics laiiguish- i II g ; his Paras i/t' re- ceaves P resents ot all, assures, de- kides : Then weaves ( ) ther crosse- plots, which ope' them- selves, are told. New tricks for safet\', are sought ; they thrive : When, hold, E ach tempt's t h ' other againe, aiul all are sold. THE PROLOGUE No-zu, luck God send us, and a little ivU Will serve, to make our Play //// ,- (According to the palates of the season) Here is rime, not emptie of reason : 'This we ivere bid to credit, from our Poet, Whose true scope, if you would knowe it. In all his Poemes, still, hath heene this measure. To niixe profit, with your pleasure ; And not as some (whose throates their envie fiyling) Crie hoarsely. All he writes, is rayling : Ami, when his Playes come forth, ihinke they can font them . With saving. He was a yeare about them. To these there needs no Lye, but this his creature, IVhich was, two monthes since, no feature ; And though he dares give them five lives to mend it, '•Tis know>ie, five weekes fully pen d it : From his owne hand, without a Co-adjutor, Novice, Journey-man, or Tutor. Yet, thus much I can give you, as a token Of his Playes worth. No egges are broken. Nor (juaking Custards with feirce teeth affrighted, Whereivilh four route are so delighted; Nor hales hee in a Gull, old ends reciting, '■To stop gappes in his loose writing ; ff'ith such a deale of monstrous, and forced action : As might make Bethlem a faction : Nor made he his Plav, for tests stolne from each -Table, Hut niakes jests to fit his I'able ; .hid, so presents quick Comoedy, refined. As best Criticks have designed. The Lawes of Time, Place, Persons he ohserveth. From no needefull Rule he szverveth. All gall, and coppresse, from his inke, he drayncth, Onelie, a little salt remaineth ; lllierezvith, heell rub your cheekes, till (red zvith laughter) They shall looke fresh, a weeke after. ACT I. SCENE I VOI.PONK. MOSCA. ()1.1'C;NK. (iood morning to the Day; and next, niv Gold : Open the shrine, that I may see my Havle the worlds soule, and mine. More glad theti is The teeming earth, to sec the longd- tor Siniiit' i'eepe through the horns ot the Coelesliall Ram, \m I, to view thy siilendor, dark- ening his : That King here, anKjngst my cjther hoordes, Shevv'st like a tiame, h\ night ; or like the Day Strooke out ot' Chaoi, when all darkenes fled Unto the center. O thou Sonne of Sol, (But brighter than thy father), let|. me kisse, With adoration, thee, and every relique Of sacred treasure, in this blessed roome. 21 THE FOXE Well did wise Por/s, by thy glorimis name, Title that age, which thev would have the best ; Thou being the best of things : and far transcending All stile of joy, in children, parents, friends, Or any other waking dreame on earth. Thv look.es when they to Venus did ascribe. They should have giv'n her twenty thousand Cupids; Such are thy beauties, and our loves. Deare Saint, Riches, the dombe God, that giv'st all men tongues ; That canst doe naught, and vet mak'st men doe all things ; The price of soutes ; even hell, with thee to boote, Is made worth heaven. Thou art vertue, tame. Honor, and all things else. Who can get thee, He shall be noble, valiant, honest, wise, MOSCA. And what he will, Sir. Riches are in fortune A greater good, than wisedom is in nature. \OLPONK. True, my beloved Mosca. Yet, I gloi-y More ill the cunning [uirchasse ot my wealth. Than in the glad possession ; since I gaine No common way : I use nu trade, no venter ; I wound no earth with plow-shares ; fat no beasts To feede the Shambles ; have no mills for iron, Oyle, corne, or men, to griiule 'hem into poulder ; I blow no SLibtill glasse ; exjiose no shi[ips To threatnings ot the turrnw-taced sea ; I turne no mone\s, in the publike banke. Nor usure [irivate. MDSCA. No sir, nor devoure Soft proiiigalls. You shall ha' some will swallow A melting heire, as glibly, as yi, all over ! Than silver, snow, or lillies ! a soft lip. Would tempt you to eternity of kissing ! And flesh, that melteth, in the touch, to bloud ! Bright as your gold, and lovely, as your gold ! VOLPONE. Why had not I knowne this, before ? MOSCA. Alas, Sir, My selfe, but yesterday, discover'd it. VOLPONE. How might I see her .? MOSCA. O, not possible ; Shee's kept as warily, as is your gold : 53 THE FOXE Never do's come abroad, never takes ayre, But at a windore. All her lookes are sweet, As the first grapes, or cherries ; and are watch'd As neare, as they are. VOLPONE. I must see her MOSCA. Sir, there is a guard, of ten spies thick, upon her ; All his whole houshold : each of which is set Upon his fellow, and have all their charge. When he goes out, when he comes in, examin'd. VOLPONE. I will go see her, though but at her windore. MOSCA. In some disguise, then .'' \'OLPONE. That is true, I must Maintaine mine owne shape, still, the same : wee'U thinke. 54 ACT 2. SCENE I. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. PEREGRINE. IR POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Sir, to a wise man, all the world's his soile. It is not lia/y, nor France, nor Europe, That must bound me, if my Fates call me forth. Yet, I protest, it is no salt desire Of seeing Coun- tries, shifting a Religion, Nor any d i s- afFection to the State Where I was bred, (and unto which I owe Mv dearest plots) hath brought me out ; much lesse, That idle, antique, stale, grey-headed project Of knowing men's mindes, and manners, with Ulisses But, a peculiar humour of my wives. 55 THE FOXE Layd for this height of Venice, to observe, To quote, to learne the language, and so forth 1 hope you travell, Sir, with licence : PEREGRINE. Yes : POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. I dare the safelier converse How long. Sir, Since you left England '{ PEREGRINE. Seven weekes. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. So lately ! You ha' not beene with my Lord Ambassador ? PEREGRINE. Not yet. Sir. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Prav you, what newes. Sir, vents our climate .'' I heard, last night, a most strange thing reported By some of my Lord's followers, and I long To heare, how't will be seconded ! PEREGRINE. What was't, Sir } POLITIQUE WOULD-BI'-.E. Marry, Sir, ot a Raven that should build In a shi)-i royal! of the Kings. PKRECAUNK. This fellow Do's he gull me, trow ? or is gull'd ? Your name. Si POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. IV1\' name is Politir/nr U'nHld-hee. THE FOXE PEREGRINE. O, that speaks him. A Knight, Sir ? POLiriOUl'. WOULD-BEE. A poore Knight, Sir. PEREGRINE. Your Ladv lies here, in Venice, for intelligence Of tires, and fashions, and behaviour. Among the Curtizans ^ the fine Lady Would-bee ? POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Yes ; Sir ; the spider, and the bee, oft times. Suck from one flower. PEREGRINE. Good Sir Politique ! I crie you mercy ; I have heard much of you : 'Tis true. Sir, of your Raven. POLiriCjUE WOULD-BEE. On your knowledge ? PEREGRINE. Yes, and your Lions whelping, in the "Tower. POLITIOUE WOULD-BEE. Another whelpe ^ PEREGRINE. Another, Sir. POLITIOUE WOULD-BEE. Now heaven ! What prodigies be these .? The Eires at Berzvike ! And the new Starre ! these things concurring, strange ! And hill ot omen! Saw you those Meteors'^ PEREGRINE. I did Sir. 57 H THE FOXE POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. FearefuU ! Pray vou Sir, confirme me. Were there three Porcpisces seene, above the Bridge As thev give out ? PEREGRINE. Sixe, and a Sturgeon, Sir. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. I am astonish'd. PEREGRINE. Nay, Sir, be not so ; He tell you a greater prodigie, than these POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. What should these things, portend ! PEREGRINE. The very day (Let me be sure) that I put forth trom London, There was a Whale discover'd, in the river, As high as Woollwich, that had waited there (Few know how manv moneths) for the subversion Of the 6Vo^f-Fleete. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Is't possible } Beleeve it, 'Twas either sent from Spaiiie, or the Arch-duke, Spinola s Whale, upon mv life, my credit ; Will they not leave these projects } Worthy Sir, Some other newes. PF.RECiRINE. l"'aith. Stone, the ]''oole, is ilead ; Ami they tio lack a taverne-!'"()ol, extremely. POLII KHfE WOULD-BEE. Is Mass' Stone dead .'' 58 THE FOXE PEREGRINE. 1 ris dead, Sir, \\h\ ? I ho[ie "^'ou thought him not immortall ? O, this Knight (Were he well known) would be a precious thing To fit our English Stage : He that should write But such a fellow, shoidd be thought to faine Extremely, if not maliciously. POLITIC)UE WOULD-BEE. Stone dead .'' PEREGRINE. Dead. Lord ! how deepely Sir vou apprehend it .? He was no kinsman to you ^ POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. That I know of. Well ! that same fellow was an unknowne Foole. PEREGRINE. And yet you know him, it seemes } POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. I did so. Sir, I knew him one of the most dangerous heads Living within the State, and so I held him. PEREGRINE. Indeed Sir .'' POLITIOUE WOULD-BEE. While he liv'd, in action. He has receiv'd weekely intelligence, Upon my knowledge, out of the Low Countries, (For all parts of the world) in cabages ; And those dispens'd, againe, to Ambassadors, In oranges, musk-melons, apricocks, Limons, pome-citrons, and suchlike : sometimes, In Co/c/ieste!--oystcrs, and your Se/sey-cocklts. 59 THE FOXE PEREGRINE. You make me wonder ! POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Sir. Upon my knowledge. Nay, I, have observ'd him, at your publique Ordinary, Take his advertisement, from a Traveller (A conceal'd AVrtto-man) in a trencher ot meate ; And, instantlv, before the meale was done, Convay an answer in a tooth-pick. PEREGRINE. Strange ! How could this be, Sir ? POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Why, the meate was cut So like his character, and so layd, as he Must easily read the cypher. PEREGRINE. I have heard, he could not read, Sir. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. So, 'twas given out, (In pollitie), by those, that did imploy him : But he could read, and had your languages. And to't, as sound a noddle PEREGRINi:. I have heard. Sir, That your Babioims were spies ; and that the\' were A kinde of subtle Nation, neare to China: POLiriOUE WOULD-BEE. I, I, your Mamaluchi. b'aith, thev had Their hand in a Froicli plot, or two ; but they Were so extremely gi\'en to udiiicn, as They made discovery of all : Vet I Had my advises here (on wensday last) I'rom one ot their ownc coat, thev weix' I'ctui'u'd, 60 THE FOXE Mavlc their relations (as the fashion is) And now stand taire, tor fresh imployment. PEREGRINE. •Hart ! This Sir Poll: will be ignorant of nothing. It seemes Sir, you know all ? POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Not all Sir. But, I have some generall notions ; I do love To note, and to observe : Though I live out, Free trom the active torrent, yet I'ld marke The currents, and the passages of things, l<'or mine owne private use ; and know the ebbes. And flowes of State. PEREGRINE. Beleeve it, Sir, I hold Myselfe, in no small tie, unto my fortunes, For casting mee thus luckely, upon you ; Whose knowledge (if your bounty equall it) May do me great assistance, in instruction For my behaviour, and my bearing, which Is yet so rude, and raw POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Why.'' came you forth Empty of rules, for travayle .'' PEREGRINE. Faith, I had Some common ones, from out that vulgar Grammar^ Which hee, that cri'd Italian to mee, taught mee. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Why, this it is, that spoiles all our brave blouds. Trusting our hopeful! gentry unto Pedants^ Fellowes of out-side, and mere barke. You seem 6i THE FOXE To be a gentleman, of ingenuous race I not professe it, but mv fate hath beene To be, where I have been consulted with. In this high kinde, touching some great mens sonnes, Persons of blouci, and honor. PEREGRINE. Who be these, Sir ? ACT 2. SCENE 2. MOSCA. POLITIQUE. PEREGRINE. VOLPONE. NANO. GREGE. MOSCA. Under that windore, there 't nuist be. The same : POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Fellowes, to mount a banke ! Did your instructer In the deare Tongues, never discourse to you Of the Ilalian Montebankes ? I'l.REGRINE. Yes, Sir. i'OLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. \\'h\-, here shall you see one. pi:regrine. They are Uunck-Salvers, l-'cllnwcs, that live by venting oyles, and drugs.'' I'OI.I I I()l'l', WOlfj.D-BEE. Was that the character hee gave you cf them : 62 THE FOXE PEREGRINE. As I remenihcr. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Pittie his ignorance. Thev n.re the onely-knowing men of F.Krope^ Great, generall Sc/w/Iers, excellent Phisitiaiis, Most admir'd States-men, profest Favorites, And c^hmQ\.-Councellors , to the greatest P}-inces : The onely Languag'd-mcn, of all the world. PEREGRINE. And, I have heard, thev are most lewd impostors ; Made all of termes, and shreds ; no lesse heliers Of great-men's favours, then their owne vile med'cines ; Which they will utter, upon monstrous othes : Selling that drug, for two pence, ere they part, Which they have valew'd at twelve Crozvnes, before. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Sir, calumnies are answer'd best with silence ; Your selfe shall judge. Who is it mounts, my friends ^ MOSCA. Scoto of Mantua, Sir. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Is't hee } Nay, then He proudly promise. Sir, you shall behold Another man, then has beene phant'sied, to you. I wonder, yet, that hee should mount his banke. Here, in this nooke, that has beene wont t'appeare In face of the Piazza ! Here, he comes. VOLPONE. Mount, Zany. GREGE. Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow. 63 THE FOXE POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. See how the people follow him ! hee's a man May write loooo d'oivnes in Banke, here. Note, Marke but his gesture ; I do use to observe The state he keepes, in getting up ! PEREGRINE. Tis worth it. Sir. ^'OLPONE. Most noble Gent : and my worthy Patrons^ it may seeme strange, that /, your Scoto Mantu.^no, zoho was ever wont to fixe my Banke in the face of tJie publike Piazza, neare the shelter of the portico to the Procuratia, should, now (after eight months' absence from this illustrious Citty of Venice^ humbly retire my selfe, into an obscure nooke of the Piazza ; POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Did not I, now, object the same .'' PEREGRINE. Peace, Sir. VOLPONE. Let me tel you : 1 am not (as your Lombard Proverbe sayth) cold on my feete, or content to part with my commodities at a cheaper rate, then I accustomed ; looke not for it. Nor, that the calumnious reports of that impudent detractor, and shame to our profession (Alessandro Buttone, / meane), who gave out, in publike, I was condemn d a 'Storzato to the Galleys, for poysoning the Cardinall Remboo's — cooke, hath at all attached ; much lesse deiected mee. No, no, worthie Gent : (to tell you true) 1 cannot indure, to see the rable of these ground Ciarlitani, that spread their clokes on the pavement, as if they meant to do feates of activitie, and then come in, lamely, with their tnouldy tales out of Boccacio, like stale Tabarine, the Fabulist: some of them discoursing their travells, and of their tedious captivity in the Turkes Galleyes, when, indeed (were the truth knowne ) they were the C'hi-istians Galleys, where very temperately, they eate bread, isf drunke water, as a wholesome ponuince ( enjoyn d them by their Confessors) for base pilferies^ 64 THE FOXE POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Note hut his bearing, and contempt of these. VOLPONE. •■These turdy-facy-nasty-patie-lousie-farticall rogues, with one poore groats-ijoorth of unprepar d antimony, finely wrapt up in several! 'Scartoccios, are able, very well, to kill their twenty a weeke, and play ; yet these meagre sterv d spirits, who have halfe stopt the organs of their mindes with earthy oppilations, want not their favourers among your shrivel'd, sallad-eating Artisans : who are overjoyed thai they may have their halfepe'rth of Physick, though it purge liem into another world, makes no matter. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Excellent ! ha you heard better Language, Sir .-' VOLPONE. Well, let liem go : And, Gentlemen, honourable Gentlemen, know, that for this time, our Banque, being thus removed from the clamours of the Canaglia, shall he the Scene of pleasure and delight ; For I have nothing to sell, little or nothing to sell. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. I told you, Sir ; his ende. PEREGRINE. You did so. Sir. VOLPONE. / protest, I, and my sixe sej-vants, are not able to make of this pretious liquor, so fast, as it is fetch' d away from my lodging, by Gentlemen of your Citty ; Strangers of the Terra-ferma ; worshipful Merchants ; I, and Senators too : who, ever since my arrivall, have detained me to their uses, by their splendidous liberalities. And worthily. For, what avayles your rich man to have his magazines stuft with Moscadelli, or the purest grape, when his Physitians prescribe him (on paine of death) to drink nothing but water, cocted with Anise-seeds ^ O health ! health ! the blessing of the rich, the riches of the poore ! who can buy thee at to &5 I THE FOXE deare a rate, since there is no enjoying this -world, without thee ? Be not then so sparing of your purses, honourable Gentlemen, as to abridge the naturall course of life PEREGRINE. You see his ende ? POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. I, is't not good ? VOLPONE. For, when a humide Kluxc, or Catarrhe, by the mutabililv of avre, falls from your head, into an arnie or shoulder, or any other part ; take you a Ducket, or your Cecchine of gold, and applie to the place affected: see, what good effect it can worke. No, no, 'tis this blessed Ungueiito, this rare Extraction, that hath oneh power to disperse all malignant humors, that procede, either of hot, cold, moist, or windy causes PEREGRINE. I would he had put in dry to. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. 'Pray you, observe. VOLPONlv •To fortifie the most indigest, and crude stomacke, I, were it of one, that (through extreme weakenesse ) vomited bloud, applying only a warme napkin to the place, after the unction, and fricace ; For the Vertigine /;/ the head, putting but a drop into your nostrills, likewise, behind the eares ; a most soveraigne, a)id approved remedy. The Mall-caduco, Crampes, Convulsions, Paralysies, Epilepsies, 'I'rcnior-cordia, retired- Nerves, /// Najiours of the spleene, Sto|i]iings ot the Liver, the Stone, the Strangury, Ilernia ventosa, Iliaca jiassio ; st')ps a Disenteria, immediatly ; easeth the tm-sion of the small guts : and cures Melancholia hypondriaca, being taken and applyed, according to my pi-inted i^ecei|it. I'or, this is the Physitian, ////.( the medicine; this councells, this cures; this gives the direction, this works the effect: and (in summrj both together may be tcrm'd an abstract of the thcorick and practick /';/ the /Esculapian ./;•/. '-Twill I'HE KOXE cost you eiglit Crcnviies. Aiul^ Z;iii Kritada, 'pray thee sing a verse, extem- pore, i>! honour of it. POLITIQUE WOULD-BElv How do yoii like him, Sir ? pI':regrine. Most strangely, I ! politique WOULD-BEE. Is not his language rare ? PEREGRINE. But Alchimy, I never heard the like : or Broughtons bookes. SONG. Had old Hippocrates, or Galen, (That to their bookes put me d' cine s all i)i ) But knowne this secret, they had never (Of which they will bee guilty ever) Beene murderers of so much paper. Or wasted many a hurtelesse taper : No Indian drug had ere beene famed, Tabacco, Sassafras not named ; Ne yet, of Guacum, one small stick. Sir, Nor Raymund Lullies greate Elixir. A'^ had beene knowne the Danish Gonswart, Or Paracelsus, with his long-sword. PEREGRINE. All this, yet, will not do ; eight Crownes is high. VOLPONE. No more ; Gentlemen, if I had but time to discourse to you the miraculous effects of this my oyle, surnamed Oglio del Scoto, with the Count-lesse Catalogue of those I have cured of tK afore say d, and many more diseases, the Pattents and Priviledges of all the Princes and Common-wealths of Christendonie, or but the depositions of those that 67 THE FOXE appear d on «/v part, before the Signiry of tJie Sanita and most learned CoUedge of Physitians ; where I -was author'rzed, upon notice taken of the admirable vertues of my medicaments^ and mine owne excellency, in matter of rare, and unkno-ivne secrets, not onely to disperse them publiquely in this famous Citty, hut in all the '-Territories, that happely joy under the government of the most pious and magnificent States of Italy. But may some other gallant felloiv say, O, there be divers, that make profession to have as good, and as experimented receipts, as yours : Indeed, very many have assay d, like Apes, in imitation of that, -which is really, and essentially in mee, to make of this oyle ; bestozv'd great cost in furnaces, stilles, alembekes, continuall fires, and preparation of the ingredients, as in- deede there goes to it sixe hundred severall Simples, beside, some quantity of humane fat, for the conglutination, which we buy of the Anatomistes ; But, when these Practitioners come to the last decoction, blow, blow, puff, puff, and all flies in fumo : ha, ha, ha. Poore wretches ! I rather pitty their folly, and indiscretion, then their losse of time, and money ; for those may be recover d by industry : but to be a Foole borne, is a disease incurable. For my self, I alwaies from my youth have indevor d to get the rarest secrets, and booke them ; eyther in exchange, or for money ; J spared nor cost, nor labour, where any thing was worthy to be learned. And, Gentlemen, honourable Gentlemen, 1 will undertake, (by vertue of Chyniicall Art,) out of the honourable hat, that covers your head, to extract the foure Elements ; that is to say, the Fire, Ayre, Water, and Earth, and returne you your felt, -without burne or staine. For, -whir st others have beene at the ball«o, / have beene at my booke ; and am no-w past the craggy pathes of study, and come to the ^oivrie plaines of honour, and reputation. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. I do assure you. Sir, that is his ayme. VOLPONE. But, to our price. PEREGRINlv And that withall, Sli- /'«//. 68 THE FOX]-; \'OLPONR. Tou all know (honourable Gentlemen ) I never valeia d this ampulla, or violl, at lesse then eight Crowiies, but for this time^ I am content^ to be deprived of it for sixe ; sixe Crownes is the price ; and lesse in curtesie, I kno-iv you cannot offer mee ; take it, or leave it, howsoever, both it, and I am at your service. I aske you not, as the valew of the thing, for then I should demand of you a thousand Crownes, so the Cardi nails Montalto, Fernese, the great Duke of Tuscany, my Gossip, with divers other Princes have given me ; but I despise money : only to shew my affection to you, honorable Gentlemen, and your illustrous State here, I have neglected the messages of these Princes, mine owne offces, frani d my journey hither, onely to present you with the fruicts of my travells. Tune your voyces once more, to the touch of your instruments, and give the honorable assembly some delightfull recreation. PEREGRINE. What monstrous, and most painefull circumstance Is here, to get some three, or tour Gazetz ? Some three-pence, i' th' whole, for that 'twill come too. SONG. Tou that would last long, list to my song. Make no more coyle, but buy of this oyle. Would you be ever faire ? and yong ? Stout of teeth ? and strong of tongue ^ Tart of Palat ? quick of eare i' Sharpe of sight ? of nostrill cleare ? Moist of hand ? and light of foot ? (Or I will come neerer to't) Would you live free from all diseases ? Do the act, your mistres pleases ; I'et fright all aches from your bones ? Here's a med'cine, for the nones. 69 THE FOXE VOLPONE. Well, I am in a humor (at this time) to make a present of the small quantity my coffer containes : to the rich, in courtesie, and to the poore, for Gods sake. Wherefore, nowe marke ; I ask'd you six Crownes, and six Crownes, at other times, you have payd mee ; you shall not give mee six Crownes, nor five, nor foure, nor three, nor two, nor one ; nor halfe a Duckat ; no, nor a Mucclnigo. iV.v pence // will cost you, or sixe hundred pound — expect no lower price, for, by the banner of my front, I will not bate a bagatine, that I will have, only, a pledge of your loves, to carry something from amongst you, to shew, I am not contemn d by you. Therefore, now, tosse your handkerchiefes, chearefully, chearefully ; and bee advertised, that the first heroique spirit, that deignes to grace mee with a handkerchiefe, I will give it a little remembrance of something, beside, shall please it better, then if 1 had presented it with a double Pistolet. PEREGRINE. Will you be that heroique Sparke, Sir Pol ? O see ! the windore has prevented you. VOLPONE. Lady, 1 kisse your bounty ; and, for this timely grace, you have done your poore Scoto of Mantua, / will returne you, over and above my oyle, a secret, of that high, and inestimable nature, shall make you for ever enamour d on that minute, wherein your eye first descended on so meane, yet not altogether to be despisd, an object. Here is a Poulder, conceafd in this paper, of which, if I should speake to the worth, nine thousand volumes were but as one page, that page as a line, that line as a word ; so short is this Pilgrimage of man (which some call Lifej to the expressing of it : would I refect on the price? why, the whole World were but as an l^mpire, that empire as a Province, that Province as a Banke, thai Hankc as a jirivate Purse, to the purchase of it. J will, onely, tell you; it is the Poulder that made Venus a Goddesse (given her by Apolloj that kept her perpetually yong, clear d her wrincles, firmed her gummes, filFd her skinne, colour d het hayre ; From her, derivd to Helen, and at the sack of Troy (unfortunately ) lost : Till no-w, in this our age, it was as happily recover'd, by a studious Antiquary, out of some ruines of Asia, who sent a 70 THE FOXE moyetie of it, to the Court of l^Vance (but much sophisticated) wherewith the Ladyes there, now, colour their hayre. The rest {at this present) remaines with mee ; extracted, to a Quintessence : so that, where ever it but touches, in youth it perpetually preserves, in age restores the complexion ; seats your teeth, did they dance like Virginall jacks, firme as a wall ; makes them white, as Ivory, that were black, as ACT 2. SCENE 5. CORVINO. POLITIOUE. PEREGRINE. Bloud of the devill, and my shame ! come downe, here ; Come downe: No house but mine to make your Scene? Signior Flaminio, will you downe, Sir ? downe ^ What, is my wife your Franciscina ? Sir ? No windores on the whole Piazza, here. To make your properties, but mine ? but mine ? Hart ! ere to morrow, I shall be new christen'd. And cald the Vantalone di Besogniosi, About the towne. PEREGRINE. What should this meane. Sir Poll? POLITIOUE WOULD-BEE. Some trick of State, beleeve it. I will home. PEREGRINE. It may be some designe on you : POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. I knowe not. He stand upon my gard. PEREGRINE. 'Tis your best, Sir. POLITIOUE WOULD-BEE. This three weekes, all my advises, all my letters, The\' have been intercepted. 71 THE FOXE PEREGRINE. Indeed, Sir ? Best have a care. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Nay so I will. PEREGRINE. This Knight, I may not loose him, for my mirth, till night. ACT 2. SCENE 4. VOLPONE. MOSCA. VOLPONE. I am wounded. MOSCA. Where, Sir .'' VOLPONE. Not without ; Those blowes were nothing : I could beare them ever. But angry Cupid, bowlting from her eyes, Hath shot himselfe into me, like a flame ; Where, now, he flings about his burning heat, As in a furnace, some ambitious fire. Whose vent is stopt. The fight is all within niee. 1 cannot live, except thou heljie me, Mosca ; My liver melts, and I, without the ho[ie Of some soft ayre, from hei- reti-eshiiig breath. Am but a heajic ot cuiilers. MOSCA. 'Lasse, good Sir, woLild )()u hai! never scene her. N'OLPONE. Nay, would thou had'st iie\er told me ot her. MOSCA. Sir 'tis true ; I do confesse, I was mitortunatc, 72 THE I<'OXE And you unhappy : but V am hnuiui in conscience, No Icsse then duety, to effect my best To v'Hir release of torment, and I will, Sir. VOLPONE. Deare Mosca, shall I hope ? MOSCA. Sir, more than deare, I will not bidd you to dispaire of ought Within a humane compasse. VOLPONE. O, there spoke my better Jnge//. Mosca, take my keyes, Gold, plate, and iewells, all's at thy devotion ; Employ them, how thou wilt ; nay, coyne me, too ; So thou, in this, but crowne my longings, Mosca i' MOSCA. Use but your patience. VOLPONE. So I have. MOSCA. I doubt not but bring successe to your desires. VOLPONE. Nay, then, I not repent me of my late disguise. MOSCA. If you can home him. Sir, you neede not. VOLPONE. True : Besides, I never meant him for my heyre. Is not the colour of my beard and eye-brows, To make me knowne ? MOSCA. No iot. VOLPONE. I did it well. 73 THE FOXE MOSCA. So well, would I could follow you in mine, With halfe the happinesse ; and, yet, I would Escape your Epilogue. VOLPONE. But were they gull'd With a beleefe, that I was Scoto ? MOSCA. Sir, Scoto himselfe could hardly have distinguish'd ; I have not time to flatter you, wee'll part : And, as I prosper, so applaud my art. ACT 2. SCENE ^. CORVINO. CELIA. SERVITORE. DEath of mine honour, with the Citties Foole ? A iugling, tooth-drawing, prating Montebanke ? And, at a public windore 1 where whil'st hee, With his strain'd action, and his dole of faces. To his drug-Lecture drawes your itching eares, A crewe of old, un-mari'd, noted lechers, Stood leering up, like Satyres ; and you smile. Most graciously } and fanne your favours forth, To give your hote Spectators satisfaction '^ What ; was your Montebanke their call : their whistle .'' Or were you enamour'd on his copper rings ."" His saffron iewell, with the toade-stone in't .'' Or his imbroydered sute, with the cope -stitch. Made of a herse-cloth } or his old tilt-feather ^ Or his starch'd beard .'' well ; voii shall have him, yes. He shall come home, and minister unto \'ou 74 THE KOXE The fricace, for the Molher. Or, let me see, I thinke, you 'had rather moui\t ? would you not mount ? Why, if you'll mount, you may ; yes, truely, you may : And so, you may be scene, downe to' th' toote. Get you a citterne. Lady Vanity, And be a Dealer, with the Vertuous Man ; Make one : He but protest myselfe a cuckold. And save your dowry, I am a Dutchman, I ; For, if you thought me an Italian, You would be damn'd, ere you did this, you Whore : Thou'ldst tremble, to imagine, that the murder Of father, mother, brother, all thy race. Should follow, as the subject of my iustice. CELIA. Good Sir, have pacience. CORVINO. What couldst thou propose Lesse to thyselfe, then, in this heate of wrath. And stung with my dishonour, I should strike This Steele unto thee, with as many stabs. As thou wert gaz'd upon with goatish eyes ? CELIA. Alas, Sir, be appeas'd ; I could not thinke My being at the windore should more, now, Move your impatience, then at other times : CORVINO. No.'' not to seeke, and entertaine 3. parlee ; With a knowne knave.'' before a multitude.'' You were an Actor, with your handkercheife ; Which he, most sweetly, kist in the receipt. And might (no doubt) returne it, with a letter, And point the place, where you might meete : your sisters, Your mothers, or your aunts might serve the turne. 75 THE FOXE CELIA. Why, deare Sir, when do I make these excuses? Or ever stirre, abroad, but to the Church ? And that, so seldome CORVINO. Well, it shall be lesse ; And thy restraint, before, was liberty, To what I now decree : And therefore, marke mee. First, I will have this baudy light damn'd up ; And, till't be done, some two, or three yards of, He chalke a line : ore which, if thou but (chance To) set thy desp'rate foote ; more hell, more horror. More wilde, remorceless rage shall seize on thee, Then on a Coniurey, that had heed-lesse left, His Circles saftie, ere his Devill was layd. Then, here's a lock, which I will hang upon thee ; And, now I thinke on't, I will keepe thee back-wards ; Thy lodging shall bee back-wards : thy \\alkes back-wards ; Thy prospect — all be back-wards ; and no pleasure. That thou shalt know, but back-wards : Nay, since you force My honest nature, know, it is your owne Being to open, makes me use you thus : Since you will not containe your subtill nostrills In a sweete roome, but, they must snuffe the ayre Of ranke, and sweaty passengers — One knocks. Away, and be not seene, paine ot thy lite ; Not looke toward the windoru : it thou dost — • (Nay stay, heare this) let me not prosper. Whore, But I will make thee an Auatoniy^ Dissect thee mine owne selfe, and read a lecture Upon thee, to the citty, and in publique. Away. Who's there ? SERVITORE. 'Tis Signior Moscd, Sir. 76 THE lii ? Ariosto ? Aret'ine ? Cieco di Hadria ? I have read them all. VOLPONE. Is everything a cause, to my distructioii ? LADY POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. I thinke I ha' two or three of 'hem, about mee. VOLPONE. The sunne, the sea will sooner, both, stand still. Than her aeternall tongue ; nothing can scape it. LADY POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Here's Pastor-Fido VOLPONE. Professe obstinate silence, That's, now, my safest. LADY POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. All our English Writers, I meane such, as are happy in th' Italian, Will deigne to steale out of this Author, mainely ; Almost as much, as from Montagnie ; He has so moderne, and facile a veine. Fitting the time, and catching the Co«r/-eare. Your Petrarch is more passionate, yet he, In dayes of Sonnetting, trusted 'hem, with much : Dante is hard, and ^z^n^ can understand him. But, for a desperate wit, there's Aretine ; Onely, his pictures are a little obscene You marke mee not. VOLPONE. Alasse, my mind's perturb'd. 93 THE FOXE LADY POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Why, in such cases, we must cure ourselves. Make use ot our Philosophie VOLPONE. O' av mee. LADY POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. And as we finde our passions do rebell, Encounter 'hem with reason ; or divert 'hem, By giving scope unto some other humour Of lesser danger : As, in politique bodyes. There's nothing, more, doth overwhelme the iudgment, And cloud the understanding, then too much Setling, and fixing, and (as 'twere) subsiding Upon one object. For the incorporating Of these same outward things, into that part, Which we call mental I, leaves some certaine f.rces. That stop the organs, and, as Vlato sayes, Assassinates our knowledge. VOLPONE. Now, the spirit Of patience helpe mee. LADY POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Come, in taith, I must Visit vou more, a dayes ; and make you well : Laugh, and be lusty. X'OLPONE. My good Angell save mee. i.ADY poi.rrioLi]<: would-bee. There was but one sole man, in all the world, With whom I ere could sympathize ; and hee Would lie you, often, three, foure houres together. To heare me speake : and be (sometime) so rap't, As he would answer mee, quite from the purpose, 94 THK FOXE Like N'ou, and \'()u arc like hini, iiist. He discourse (An't lie hut only, Sir, to bring you asleepe) How did we spend our time, and loves, together. For some six yeares \OLPONE. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. LADY POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. For we were Cod'tanei, and brought up VOLPONE. Some power, some fate, some fortLuie rescue mee. ACT ]. SCENE ;. MOSCA. LADY. VOLPONE. God save you, Madam. LADY POLITIOUE WOULD-BEE. Good sir. VOLPONE. Mosca ? welcome, welcome to my redemption. MOSCA. Why, Sir.? VOLPONE. Oh, rid me of this my torture, quickly, there ; My Madam, with the everlasting voyce : The Bells, in time of pestilence, nere made Like noyse, or were in that perpetuall motion ; The Cock-pit comes not neare it. All my house, But now, steam'd like a bath, with her thicke breath. A Lawyer could not have beene heard ; nor scarce Another W^oman, such a hayle of words She has let tall. For hells sake, ridd her hence. 95 THE FOXE MOSCA. Has she presented ? VOLPONE. Oh, I do not care, lie take her absence, upon any price. With any losse. MOSCA. Madam. LADY POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. I ha' brought your Patron A toy, a cap here, of mine owne worke MOSCA. Tis well. I had forgot to tell you, I saw your Knight, Where you'ld little thinke it LADY POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Where t MOSCA. Marry, where yet, if you make hast, you may apprehend him. Rowing upon the water in a gondole., With the most cunning Curtizan of Venice. LADY POLITIQUE WOULD-BliE. Is't true .' MOSCA. Pursue 'hcni, and belceve your eyes : Leave mee, to make your gift. I knew, 'twould take. For, lightly, they, that use themselves most licence Are still most iealous. \'OLPONE. Mosca, hearty thanks. For thy quick fiction, anel deli\er\' ot mee. Now, to my hopes, what saist thou ^ 96 THE FOXE LADY POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. But do you hcare, Sir? VOLPONE. Againe ; I feare a paroxisme. LADY POLiriOLJE WOULD-BEE. Which way row'd they together ? MOSCA. Toward the Rialto. LADY POLITIQUE W^OULD-BEE. I pray you, lend me your Dwarfe. MOSCA. I pray you, take him Your hopes, Sir, are lilce happy blossomes, fayre. And promise timely fruict, if you will stay But the maturing ; keepe you, at your couch, Corbaccio will arrive straight, with the Will : W^hen he is gone. He tell you more. VOLPONE. My bloud, my spirits are return'd ; I am alive : And, like your wanton gam'ster, at Primero, Whose thought had whisper'd to him >iot go lesse. Me thinkes I lie, and drawe for an encounter. ACT 3. SCENE 6. MOSCA. BONARIO. Sir, here conceal'd you may heare all. But 'pray you. Have patience, Sir — the same's your father, knocks : I am compeld to leave you. BONARIO. Do so. Yet, cannot my thought imagine this a truth. 97 THE FOXE ACT }. SCENE 7. MOSCA. CORVINO. CELIA. BONARIO. VOLPONE. Death on me ! you are come to sooiie, what meant you ? Did not I say, I would send ? CORVINO. Yes, but I feard you might forget it, and then they prevent us. MOSCA. Prevent .'' Did ere man hast so, for his homes .? A Courtier would not ply it so, for a place. Well, now there's no helping it, stay here ; He presently returne. CORVINO. Where are you, Celia ? You know not, wherefore I have brought you hether .'' CELIA. Not well, except you told mee. CORVINO. Now, I will : harke hether. MOSCA. Sir, your father hath sent word. It will be halfe an houre, ere he come ; And therefore, if you please to walke, the while. Into that gallery — at the upper end. There are some bookes to entertaine the time : And lie take care, no man shall come unto you, Sir. BONARIO. Yes, I will stav there ; I do doubt this fellow, MOSCA. There ; he is farre inough : he can heare nothing : And, for his father, I can keepe him of. 98 THE FOXE CORVINO. Nay, now, there is no starting back ; ani.1 therefore, Resolve upon it : I have so decre'ed. It must be done. Nor, would I move't afore, Because 1 would avoyd all shifts and tricks, That might deny mee. CELIA. Sir, let mee beseech you, Affect not these strange trialls ; if you doubt My chastity, why lock me up, for ever : Make me the heyre of darkenesse. Let me live. Where I may please yours feares, if not your trust. CORVINO. Beleeve it, I have no such himior, I. All that I speake I meane ; yet I am not mad : Not horne-mad, see you ? Go too, shew your selfe Obedient, and a wife. CELIA. heaven ! CORVINO. 1 say it, do so. CELIA. Was this the traine ? CORVINO. I'have told you reasons ; What the Pliisilians have set downe ; how much, It may concerne mee ; what my ingagements are ; My meanes ; and the necessity of those meanes, For my recovery : wherefore, if you bee Loyall, and mine, be wonne, respect my venture. CELIA. Before your honour } 99 THE FOXE CORVINO. Honour ? tut, a breath ; There's Jio such thing, in nature : a mere terme Invented to awe fooles. What is my gold The worse, for touching ? clothes, for being loolc'd on ? Why, this's no more. An old, decrepite wretch, That ha's no sense, no sinewe ; takes his meate With others fingers ; onely knowes to gape. When you do scald his gummes ; a voice ; a shadow ; And, what can this man hurt you ? CELIA. Lord ! what spirit is this hath entred him ? CORVINO. And tor your tame. That's such a ligge ; as if I would go tell it, Crie it, on the Piazza ! who shall know it ? But hee, that cannot speake it ; anci this fellow. Whose lippes are i' my pocket : save yourselfe, If you'll proclaimc't, you may. I know no other. Should come to knowe it. CELIA. Are heaven and. Saints then nothing .^ Will they be bli?id, or stupide .'' CORVINO. How ^ CELIA. Good Sir, be iealous stil, a'mulate them ; and thinke What hate they burne with, toward evei-y sinne, CORVINO. I graunt you ; if I thought it were a sinne, I would not urge you. Should I offer this To some young Frenchman^ or hot "Tiisca/ir bloud, That had read ./re/ine, conncLi all liis prii/Ws, 100 THE FOXE Knew every quirke within lusts Laboriiitli, And were protest Critique, in lechery ; And I would lookc upon him, and applaud him, This were a sinne : hut here, tis contrary, A pious worke, mere charity, for Physick, And honest politic, to assure mine owiie. CELIA. O heaven ; canst thou suffer such a change ? VOLPONE. Thou art mine honor, Mosca, and my pride. My ioy, my tickling, my delight : go bring 'hem. MOSCA. Please you drawe neare, Sir. CORVINO. Come on, what You will not be rebellious? by that light MOSCA. Sir, signior Corvino, here, is come to see you, VOLPONE. Oh. MOSCA. And, hearing of the consultation had. So lately, for you health, is come to offer. Or rather, Sir, to prostitute- CORVINO. Thankes, sweete Mosca, MOSCA. Freely, un-ask'd, or un-intreated CORVINO. Well. MOSCA. (As the true, fervent instance of his love) lOI THE FOXE His owiie most faire, and proper wife ; the beauty, Onely of price, in Venice CORVINO. 'Tis well urg'd. MOSCA. To bee your comfortresse, and to preserve you. VOLPONE. Alasse, I am past already. 'Pray you, thanke 'him For his good care, and promptnesse. But tor that, Tis a vaine labour, eene to fight, 'gainst heaven ; Applying fire to a stone : (uh, uh, iih, uh) Making a dead leafe grow againe. 1 take His wishes gently, though ; and, you may tell him What I have done for him : Mary, my state is hopelesse. Will him, to pray for mee ; and t'use his fortune, With reverence, when he comes to it. MOSCA. Do you heare. Sir r Go to him, with \-our wife. CORVINO. Heart of my father ! Wilt thou persist thus ^ Come, I pray thee, come. Thovi seest 'tis nothing : Celia. By this hand, I shall gi-(nv violent. Come, do't, I say. CELIA. Sir, kill mee, rather : I will take downe poyson, Kate burning coales, do anything CORVINO. Be damn'd. (Heart) I will drag thee hence, home by the haire ; Cry thee a strumpet, through the streetes ; rip u[i Thy mouth, unto thine cares; and slit th\' nose, Like a raw rotchet — Do not tempt mee, come, '^'eld, 1 am loth — (Death) 1 will buy some slave, 102 THE FOXE Whom I will kill, and hindc thcc to him, alive ; And, at mv windort-, hang you forth : devising Some monstrous crime, which I, in capital letters, Will eate into thy flesh, with Aqua-fortis, And burning corsives, on this stubborne brest. Now, by the bloud, thou hast incens'd. He doo't. CELIA. Sir, what you please, you may, I am your Martyr. CORVINO. Bee not thus obstinate, I ha' not deserv'd it : Thinke, who it is, intreats you. 'Pray thee, sweete ; (Good faith) thou shalt have iewells, gownes, attires, What thou' wilt thinke, and aske. Do, but, goe kisse him. Or touch him, but. For my sake. At my sute. This once. No .'' Not .'' I shall remember this. Will you disgrace mee, thus.'' Do' you thirst my' undoing.'' MOSCA. Nay, gentle Lady, bee advis'd. CORVINO. No, no. She has watch'd her time. God's precious — this is skirvy ; 'Tis very skirvie : And you are MOSCA. Nay, good Sir. CORVINO. An errant Locust, by heaven, a Locust. Whore, Crocodile, that hast thy teares prepar'd, Expecting how, thou'lt bid them flow MOSCA. Nay, 'pray you. Sir. Shee will consider. CELIA. Would my lite would serve Tf) satisfie ■ 103 THE FOXE CORVINO. (S'death) If she would but speake to him, And save my reputation, 'twere somewhat ; But, spightfully to affect my utter ruine : MOSCA. I, now you' have put your fortune, m her hands. Why i'faith, it is her modesty, I must quit her. If you were absent, shee would be more comming ; I know it : and dare luidertake for her. What woman can, before her husband .'' 'p^^Y y*-"-'' Let us departe, and leave her, here. CORVINO. Sweete Celia, Thou mayst redeeme all yet ; He say no more : If not, esteeme yourselfe as lost, — Nay, stay there. CELIA. O God, and his good Angells ! whether, whether, Is shame fled humane brests .'' that, with such ease. Men dare put off your honoi-s, and their owne } Is that, which ever was a cause ot life. Now plac'd beneath the basest circumstance .'' And modesty an exile made, for money .'' VOLPONE. I, in Corvino, and such earth-fed mmdes. That never tasted the true heav'n of love. Assure thee, Celia, he that would sell thee, Onely for hope of gaine, and that imcertaine. He would have sold his part of Paradise Vor ready money, had he met a Cope-man. AVhy art thou nia/.\i, to sec me thus rc\i\'\i ^ Rather, applaud thy lieauties miracle ; 'Tis thy great worke : that liath, not now alone, Hut suiuirv times 'rays'd mee, in several! shapes, 104 THE FOXE And, but this morning, like a Mountebanke, To see thee at thy windore. I, before I would have left my practise, for thy love, In varying figures, I would have contended With the blew Proteus, or the horned Floiid. Now, art thou welcome. CELIA. Sir. VOLPONE. Nay, flie niee not ; Nor, let thy false imagination That I was bedrid, make thee thinke, I am so : Thou shalt not find it. I am now, as fresh, As hot, as high, and in as loviall plight, As, when (in that so celebrated Scene, At recitation of our Coma-die, Eor entertayment of the great Faloys) I acted young Antinous ; and attracted The eyes, and eares of all the Ladies, present, T' admire each gracefull gesture, note, and footing. SONG Come, mv Celia, let us prove. While zve can, the sports of love ; Time will not be ours, for ever. He, at length, our good will sever ; Spend not then his guiftes, in vaine. Sunnes, that set, may rise againe : But if, once, we loose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual I night. Why should wee deferre our joyes ? Fame, and rumor are but toves. Cannot wee delude the eyes Of a few poore houshold-spies ? iot THE FOXE Or Ills easier eares beguile, •■Tliiis remooved, by our wile ? Tis no sinne, loves fruicts to steak ; But the sweete thefts to r eve ale : To be take?!, to be seene, These have crimes accounted beene. CELIA. Some serene blast me, or dire lightning strike This my offending face. VOLPONE. Why droopes my Celia ? Thou hast, in place of a base husband, tound A worthy lover : use thv fortune well. With secrecy, and pleasure. See, behold, What thou art Queene of ; not in expectation. As I feede others : but possess'd, and crown'd. See, here, a rope of pearle ; and each, more orient Than the brave .-Egiptian Clueene carrous'd : Dissolve, and drink 'hem. See, a Carbuncle, May put out both the eyes of our St. Marke ; A Diamant would have bought Lollia Paulina, When she came in, like star-light, hid with iewells. That were the spoyles of Provinces ; take these, And weare, and loose 'hem : Yet, remaines an Eare-ruig To purchase them againe, and this whole State. A Gem, but worth a private patrimony. Is nothing: we wdl eate such at a meale. The heads of jiarrots, tongues of nightingalles. The braynes ot peacocks, ami ut esti-iches Shall be our foode : and, could we get the pha-nix, (Though Nature lost her kind) she were our dish. CELIA. Cjood Sir, these things might move a miiule aftecteii With such ilelights ; but I, whose innocence 1 06 THE FOXE Is all I can thinke wealthy, or worth th' enjoying, And, which once lost, I have nought to lose beyond :t. Cannot be taken with these sensiiall baytes : If you have conscience VOLPONl-:. 'Tis the beggar's vertue, If thou hast wisdome, heare me, Celia. Thy bathes shall be the iuyce ot /«/v-flowers. Spirit of roses, and ot violets, The milke of unicornes, and panthers breath Gather'd in bagges, and mixt with Cretan wines. Our drinke shall be prepared gold, and amber ; Which we will take, untill my roofe whirll round With the vertigo : and my Dwarfe shall dance. My EioiKcIi sing, my Foole make up the antique. Whilst, we, in changed shapes, act Ovids tales. Thou, like Eiiropa now, and I like love. Then I like Mars, and thou like Erycine, So, of the rest, till we have t^uite run through, And weary'd all the fables of the Gods. Then will I have thee, in more moderne formes. Attired like some sprightly Dame of France, Brave Tuscan Lady, or proud Spanish Beautie ; Sometimes, unto the Persian Sophies wife ; Or the grand-Signiors Mistresse, and, for change. To one of our most arte-fuU Curtezans, Or some quick Negro, or cold Russian ; And I will meete thee, in as many shapes : Where we may, so, trans-fuse our wandring soules Out at our lippes, and score up summes of pleasures, That the curious shall not know How to tell them, as they flow ; And the envious, when they find IVhat their number is, be pind. 107 THE FOXE CELIA. If you have eares, that will be pierc'd — or eyes, That can be open'd — a heart, may be touched — Or any part, that yet sounds ma>K about you — If you have touch of holy Saints — or Heaven — Do mee the grace to let me 'scape — if not. Be bountitull and kill mee, you do knowe, I am a creature, hether ill betray'd, By one, whose shame I would forget it were — If you will daigne mee neither of these graces. Yet feede your wrath. Sir, rather than your lust — (It is a vice, comes nearer manlinesse) And punish that unhappy crime of nature. Which you miscall my beauty. Flea my tace. Or poison it, with oyntments, for seducing Your bloud to this rebellion — Rub these hands, With what may cause an eating leprosie, E'ene to my bones, and marrow — Anything l^hat may dis-tavour mee, save in my honour — And I will kneele to you, 'pray for you, pay downe A thousand howrely vowes, Sir, for your health — - Report, and thinke you vertuous VOLPONE. Thinke me cold, Frozen, and impotent, and so re|"iort me? That 1 had Nestor s hernia, thou wouldst thinke. I do degenerate, and abuse my Nation, To play with opportunity, thus long : I should have done the act, and then have parlee'd. Yeeld, or lie force thee. CELIA. O, just Ciod. \01,P0NE. In vauie- io8 THE FOXE BONARIO. h'orbeare, toule ravishcr, lihidinous swine, Free the forc'd lady, cr thou dy'st, Impostor. But that I am loth to snatch thy punishment Out of the hand of luslia', thou shouldst, yet, Be made the timely sacrifice of vengeance. Before this Altar, and this drosse, thy Idoll. Lady, lets quit the place, it is the den Of villany ; teare nought, yt)u have a guard : And he, ere long, shall meete his iust reward. VOLPONE. F'all on mee, roote, and bury mee in mine. Become my grave, that wert my shelter. O, I am un-masqu'd, im-spirited, un-done, Betray 'd to beggary, to infamy • ACT ^ SCENE 8. MOSCA. VOLPONE. Where shall 1 runne, most wretched shame of men, To beate out my un-luckie braines.'' VOLPONE. Here, here. What .'' dost thou bleede ^ MOSCA. O, that his well-driv'n sword Had been so curteous, to have cleft me downe. Unto the navill, ere I liv'd to see My life, my hopes, my spirits, my Patron, all Thus desperately engaged, by my error. log THE FOXE VOLPONE. Woe, on thy fortune. MOSCA. And my tollies, Sir. VOLPONE. Thou hast made mee miserable. MOSCA. And my selfe. Sir, Who would have thought, he would have harken'd, so ? VOLPONE. What shall wee doe .'' MOSCA. I know not, if my heart Could expiate the mischance, Il'd pluck it out. Will you be pleas'd to hang mee .'' or cut my throate .'' And He requite you, Sir. Let's die like Romanes, Since wee have liv'd, like Grecians. VOLPONE. Hearke, who's there } I heare some footing, Officers, the Sajfi, Come to apprehend us ! I do feele the brand Hissing, already, at my tore-head : now Mine eares are boring. MOSCA. To yoiu" couch. Sir, \ru Make that |ilace go(xi, however. (juilty men suspect, what they deserve still. Signior Corhaccio! no THE FOXE ACT 3. SCENE 9. CORBACCIO. MOSCA. VOLTORE. VOLPONE. Why ! how now ? Mosca ! MOSCA. O, undone, aniaz'd, Sir. Your Sonne (I know not, by what accident) Acquainted with your purpose, to my Patron, Touching your Will, and making him your heire ; Entred our house with violence, his sword drawne, Sought for you, call'd you wretch, unnaturall, Vow'd he would kill you. CORBACCIO. Mee 1 MOSCA. Yes, and my Patron. CORBACCIO. This act, shall disinherit him indeed : Here is the Will. MOSCA. 'Tis well, Sir. CORBACCIO. Right, and well. Be you as carekill now, tor me. MOSCA. My life, Sir, is not more tenderd, 1 am onely yours. CORBACCIO. How do's he .'' will hee die shortly, think'st thou : MOSCA. I feare he'll out-last May. Ill THE FOXE CORBACCIO. To-dav ? MOSCA. No, last-nut May, Sir. CORBACCIO. Couldst thou not gi' him a druni ? MOSCA. O by no meanes. Sir. CORBACCIO. Nay, He not hid you. VOLTORE. This 's a knave, I see. MOSCA. How, Siguier Voltore ! did he hearc nice ? VOLTORE. Parasite. MOSCA. Who's that t O, Sir, most timely wclctJme VOLTORE. Scarce, to the discovery of your tricks I tcare. You are his, onelv ? and mine, also r are \iiu not : MOSCA. Who .? I, Sir ? VOLTORE. You, Sir. What devise is this ahout a Will P MOSCA. A plot for you, Sir. \r)i;iY)Ri',. Come, [lut not your foysts upon me ; 1 shall scent 'hem. MOSCA. Die! yon "ot heare it .'' 112 THE FOXE VOLTORE. Yes, I heare, Corbaccio Hath made your Patron, there, his heire. MOSCA. Tis true, by mv devise, drawne to it by my plot. With hope VOLTORE. Your Patron should reciprocate ? And, you have promis'd ? MOSCA. For your good, I did. Sir. Nay, more, I told his sonne, brought, hid him here, Where he might heare his father passe the deed ; Being perswaded to it, by this thought. Sir, That the unnaturallnesse, first, of the act, And then, his fathers oft disclayming in him, Which I did meane t' help on, would sure enrage him To do some violence upon his parent, On which the Law should take sufficient hold, And you be stated in a double hope : Truth be my comfort, and my conscience. My onely ayme was, to dig you a fortune Out of these two, old, rotten Sepulchers • VOLTORE. I cry thee mercy Mosca. MOSCA. Worth your patience, And your great merit. Sir. And, see the change ! VOLTORE. Why ? what successe .' MOSCA. Most haplesse ! you must helpe. Sir. 113 p THE FOXE Whilst wee expected th' old Raven, in comes Covcino s wife, sent hether, bv her husband VOLTORE. What, with a present ? MOSCA. No, Sir, on visitation ; (He telle you how, anone) and, staying long. The youth, hee growes impatient, rushes forth, Seizeth the lady, wound's mee, makes her sweare (Or, he would murder her, that was his vow) T' affirme my Patron would have done her rape : Which how unlike it is, you see ! and, hence, With that pretext hee's gone, t' accuse his father, Defame my Patron ; defeate you VOLTORE. Where's her husband ? Let him bee sent for, streight. MOSCA. Sir, He go fetch him. VOLTORE. Bring him to the Scndineo. MOSCA. Sir, 1 will. VOLTORE. This must be stopt. MOSCA. O, you do nobly, Sir. Alasse, twas labor'd all. Sir, for your good ; Nor was there want of councell, in the plot : But fortune can, at any time, orethrow The pruiects of a lunulred learned Cleai-krs^ Sir. CORBACCIO. What's that .? 1 1 THK FOXE VOLTORE. Wilt please you, Sir, to go along ? MOSCA. Patron, go in, ami pray for our successe. VOLPONE. Need makes devotion : Heaven your labor blesse. IIS ACT 4. SCENE I. POLITIQUE. PEREGRINE. 0£r «•■ 1''^ ■ \ ■ ■ ! ■..'.■. --F - ■ - -i'/' I AWM|j»»Ji;(j>a>jiiii fVwftrrtOg IR POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. I told you, Sir, it was a plot : you see What observation is. You m e n t i o n ' d mee For some instruc- tions : I will tell you, Sir, (Since we are met, here, in this luight of Venice,) Some few perticu- lars, I have set downe, Onely for this meri- dian, fit to be knowne Of your crude Travailer, and they are these. I will not touch, Sir, at your phrnse, or clothes, For they are okl. KIX.KINE. Sir, 1 ha\'e better. 116 THE FOXE POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Pardon, I meant, as they are 'Theames, PEREGRINE. O, Sir, proceed : He slander you no more of wit, good Sir. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. First, for your garbe, it must be grave, and serious, Very reserv'd, and loclc't ; not tell a secret, On any termes, not to your father ; scarce A fable, but with caution ; make sure choise Both ot your company, and discourse ; beware You never speake a truth— — - PEREGRINE. How .? POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Not to strangers. For those be they, you must converse with, most ; Others I would not know. Sir, but, at distance. So as I still might be a saver, in 'hem : You shall have tricks, else, past upon you, hourely. And then, for your Religion, professe none. But wonder, at the diversity of all ; And, for your part, protest, were there no other But simply the La-zves o' th' Land, you could content you : Nic: Machiavell, and Monsieur Bodine, both Were of this minde. Then, must you learne the use. And handling of your silver forke, at meales. The mettall of your glasse — These are maine matters With your Italian, and to know the hower, When vou must eat your melons, and your fgges. PEREGRINE. Is that a point of State, too.'' POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Here it is, for vour Venetian, it hee see a man 117 THE FO^E Preposterous, in the least, he has him straight ; Hee has : hee strippes him, He aquaint you. Sir, I now have Hv'd here ('Tis some fourteene monthes) Within the first wecke, of my landing here, All tooke me tor a Citizen of Venice : I knew the formes, so well PEREGRINE. And nothing else. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. I had read Contarene, tooke mee a house. Dealt with my leives, to furnish it with moveables — Well, it I could but find one man — one man, To mine owne heart, whom I durst trust — I would PEREGRINE. What } what. Sir } POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Make him rich ; make him a fortiuie : He should not thinke, againe. I would command it. PEREGRINE. As how .'' POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. With certaine proiects, that I have : AVhich, I may not discover. PEREGRINi:. If I had but one to wager with, I would lay odds, now, 1 lee tells me, instantly. POLITIQUE W0ULD-BI':E. One is, (and that I care not greatly, who knowes,) to serve the Stale Of Venice, with reil herrings, for three yeares, ^Vnd at a certaine, rate, from Rotcrdani, ii8 THE FOXE Where I have correspondence. There's a letter, Sent nie from one o' th' States, and to that purpose ; He cannot write his name, but that's his marke. PEREGRINE. He is a Chaundler .? POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. No, a Cheesemonger. There are some other two, with whome I treate About the same negotiation ; And — I will undertake it : For, tis thus, He do't with ease, I'have cast it all. Your hoigh Carries but three men in her, and a boy ; And she shall make me three returnes, a yeare : So, it there come but one of three, I save If two, I can defalke : But, this is now. If my mayne proiect faile. PEREGRINE. Then, you have others ^ POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. I should be loth to draw the subtill ayre Of such a place, without my thousand aymes. He not dissemble. Sir, where ere I come, I love to be considerative ; and, 'tis true, I have at my free houres, thought upon Some certaine Goods, unto the State of Venice, Which I do call my Cautions : and, Sir, which I meane (in hope of pension) to propound To the Great Coiincell, then unto the Forty, So to the Ten. My meanes are made already PEREGRINE. By whome .? POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Sir, one, that though his place b'obscure, 119 THE FOXE Yet, he can sway, and thev will heare him. H'is A Commandadore . PEREGRINE. What, a common sergeant .? POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Sir, such as they are, put it in their mouthes. What thev should sav, sometimes : as well as greater. I thinke I have my Jiotes, to shew you PEREGRINE. Good, Sir. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. But, you shall sweare unto mee, on your gentry. Not to anticipate ■ PEREGRINE. I, Sir.? POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Nor reveale a circumstance My paper is not with mee. PEREGRINE. O, but, vou can remember, Sir. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Mv first is concerning Tinder-boxes. You must know, No family is, here, without it's boxe ; Now, Sir, it being so portable a thing. Put case, that you, or I were ill affected Unto the State : Sir, with it, in our pockets. Might not I go into the Arsenale i' Or you.'' come out againe? and none the wiser.'' PEREGRINE. Except your selfe, Sir. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Go too, then. 1, therefore. Advertise to the S'tii/e, how ht it were, 120 TTTl' l<'OXE That none, hut such ;is were kiiownc Patriots^ Sound lovers of their country, should be sufter'd T' enjoy them in their houses : And, even those, Seald, at some office, ;uid at such a bignesse, As might not lurke in pockets. PEREGRINE. Admirable ! POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. My next is, how t'enquire, and be resolv'd. By present demonstration, whether a Ship, Newly arrived from Sana, or from Any suspected part of all the Levanl, Be guilty of the Plague : And, where they use To lie out forty, fifty dayes, sometimes, About the Lazaretto, for their triall ; He save that charge, and losse unto the merchant. And, in an houre, cleare the doubt. PEREGRINE. Indeede, Sir .'' POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Or 1 will loose my labour. PEREGRINE. 'My faith, that's much- POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Nay, Sir, conceive me. 'Twill cost mee, in onions, Some thirty Liv'res PEREGRINE. Which is one pound sterling. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Beside my water-workes : For this I do, Sir. First, I bring in your ship, 'twixt two brickwalles ; (But those the State shall venter) on the one I straine me a fayre tarre-paulin ; and, in that, 121 THE FOXE I stick my onions, cut in halfes : the other Is full of loope-holes, out at which, I thrust The noses of my bellowes ; and, those bellowes I keepe, with water-workes, in perpetuall motion, (Which is the easi'st matter of a hundred.) Now, Sir, your onion, which doth naturally Attract th' infection, and your bellowes, blowing The aire upon him, will shew (instantly) By his chang'd colour, if there be contagion ; Or else, remaine as faire, as at the first : Now 'tis knowne, 'tis nothing. PEREGRINE. You are right, Sir. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. 1 would, I had my note. PEREGRINE. 'Eaith, so would I : But you ha' done well, for once, Sir. POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Were I false, or would be made so, I coLiki shew you reasons How I could sell this Stale, now, to the T'urke, Spite of their Cia/leys, or their pi:ri;grine. Pray you. Sir Pn/l. POi JTI^UE WOULD-BEIv I have 'hem not, aboLit mee. PEKl'.GRINE. 'I'hat I fcar'tl. 'l'lie\' 'are there, Sii- ? i'(ji.ri 10UJ-: W(JUL1)-Bi':iv No. This is my Diary, Wherein I note my actions of the day. 122 IHE KOXE peri<:grink. 'Pr;i\' \()u, let's see, Sir. Wliat is here ? Notandiim, " A Rat had giiawne my spur-lethers ; notwithstanding, I put on \\i!g//fs, I see, care little for the oath They make to Ladies ; chietely, their owne Ladies. POLITIOUE WOULD-BEE. Now, by my spurres (the Symbole of my Knight-hood'). PEREGRINE. (Lord ! how his brayne is humbled, for an oath) POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. I reach you not. LADY POLITIOUE WOULD-BEE. Right, Sir, your politic May beare it through, thus. Sir, a word with you. I would be loth to, contest, publikelv, With any Gentlewoman ; or to seeme Froward, or violent (as the Courtier sayes) It comes too neare rusticity, in a Lady, Which I would shun, by all meanes : and, how-ever I may deserve from M.'' Would-bee, yet T'have one fayre Gentlewoman, thus, be made Ih' unkind instrimient, to wrong anf)ther. And one she knowes not ; I, and to persever, I2t THE FOXE In mv poore iudgement, is not warranted From being a sola'cisme in our sexe, If not in manners. PEREGRINE. How is this ! POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Svveete Madame, come nearer to your ayme. LADY POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Mary, and will, Sir. Since you provoke me, with your impudence. And laughter of your light \znA-Syren, here. Your Sporus, your Hermaphrodite PEREGRINE. What's here ? Poetique fury, and llistorique stormes .'' POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. The Gentleman, beleeve it, is of worth. And of our Nation. LADY POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. I, your white-Friars nation? Come, I blush tor you, M'- Would-bee , I ; And am asham'd, you should ha' no more forehead Then, thus, to be the Patron, or !^aint George To a lewd harlot, a base fricatrice, A female devill, in a male out-side. politiquf: would-bee. Nay, an you be such a one ! I must bid, adieu To your delights. The case appears too liquidc. LADY 1'(;LIII()UI': WOULD-Bl'd:. I, you may carry't cleare, with your >S'/^//t'-face ; But tor your Carnivale (Concupiscence^ Who here is fled, for liberty of conscience, 126 THE FOXE l''rciiii turioLis persecution of the Marshall, Her will 1 dise'ple. PEREGRINE. This is fine, I' faith ! And do you use this, often ? Is this part Of your wits exercise, 'gainst you have occasion ? Madam LADY POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Go to, Sir. PEREGRINE. Do you heare mee, Lady? Why, if your Knight have set you to begge shirts. Or to invite me home, you might have done it A nearer way by farre. LADY POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. This cannot worke you, out of my snare. PEREGRINE. Why } am I in it, then ? Indeede, your husband told mee you were fayre. And so you are ; onely, your nose enclines (That side, that's next the Sunne), to the Clueetie-apple. LADY POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. This cannot be indured by any patience. ACT 4. SCENE ^ MOSCA. LADY. PEREGRINE. What's the matter, Madame .'' LADY POLiriQUE WOULD-BEE. If the Senate right not my quest, in this ; I will protest 'hem To all the world, no Aristocrayce 127 THE FOXE MOSCA. What is the iniurie, Ladv ? LADY POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Why, the caller? You told mee of, here I have tane disguis'd. MOSCA. Who? this? What meanes your Ladiship ? The creature I mentioned to you, is apprehended, now, Before the Senate, you shall see her LADY POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. Where ? MOSCA. He bring you to her. This young Gentleman, I saw him land, this morning, at the Port. LADY POLH lOUE WOULD-BEE. Is't possible ! how has mv iudgemcnt wander'd ? Sir, I must, blushing, say to you, I have err'd : And plead vour pardon. PEREGRINE. What ! more changes, yet ? LADY POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. I hope, \'ou ha' not the malice to remember A Gentlewomans passion. It you stay, In Venice, here, please you to use mee, Sir MOSCA. Will you goe. Madam ? I.AI)^ POLITIQUE WOULD-BEE. 'Pray you. Sir, use mee. In talth, The more \'ou use mee tlie more I sliall conceive, ^ ou have toi-got our quarrell. pi:kI',(,uine. This is rare I Sir Vo/itif/iiii/iar ! VOLPONE. Sir, the Court, In troth, stayes for you. I am madd, a Mule That never read lustinian, should get up. And ride an Advocate. Had you no cpiirk To avoide gidlage. Sir, b\' such a creature? I hope you do but iest ; he has not done 't : This 's but confederacy, to bluulc the rest. \'ou are the heyre .' \'oi;roKi-:. A strange, officious. Trouble-some knave! thou dost torment mee. 176 THE FOXE VOLPONE. I know- It cannot bee, Sir, that you should be cosen'd ; 'Tis not within the wit of man, to do it : You are so wise, so prudent— And, 'tis fit That wealth, and vvisdome still, should go together. ACT ^. SCENE 10. AVOCATORI 4. NOTARIO. COMMANDADORI. BONARIO. CELIA. CORBACCTO. CORVINO. VOLTORIv VOLPONE. Are all the parties, here .'' NOTARIO. All, but the Advocate. AVOCATORE 2. And, here he comes. AVOCATORE i. Then bring 'hem forth, to sentence. VOLTORE. O, my most honourd Fathers, let your mercy Once winne upon your iustice, to forgive — I am distracted VOLPONE. What will he do, now .'' VOLTORE. O, I know not which to addresse my selfe to, first ; Whether your Father-hoods, or these innocents CORVINO. Will hee betray himselfe .-' 177 z THE FOXE VOLTORE. Whome, equally I have abus'd, out of most covetous endes CORVINO. The man is mad ! CORBACCIO. What's that? CORVINO. Hee is possest. VOLTORE. For which; now strooke in conscience, here I prostrate My selte at your ofFeiided feete, for pardon. AVOCATORl 1, 2. Arise. CELIA. O heav'n, how iust thou art ! VOLPONE. r am caught r myne owne noose CORVINO. Be constant, Sir, nought now Can hcljie, but imputlence. AVOCATORE i. Speake forward. COMMANDADORI. Silence. voi.roRi-:. It is not passion in mce, reverend l-'athers, But onely conscience, conscience, my go(ni Sires, 'I'har makes me, ni>w, tell trueth. I'hat Punisitc, That Knave, hath heene the instiniment of all I/.S I'HE FOXE AVOCATORE i. Where is that Knave? fetch him. VOLPONE. I go. CORVINO. Grave Fathers^ This man's distracted, he contest it, now ; For, hoping to bee old Volpone s heyre, Who now is dead AVOCATORE 3. How ? AVOCATORE 2. Is Volpone dead .'' CORVINO. Dead since, grave Fathers. BONARIO. O, sure vengeance ! AVOCATORE i. Stay — Then, he was no deceiver .'' VOLTORE. 0, no, none : The Parasite, grave Fathers CORVINO. He do's speake. Out of mere envie, 'cause the servant's made The thing, he gap't for ; please your Father-hoods, This Is the truth : though, He not iustifie The other, but he may bee somewhere faulty. VOLTORE. 1, to your hopes, as well as mine, Corvino : But He use niodesty. 'Pleaseth ytnir wisdomes, 179 THE FOXE To viewe these certaine notes, and but coiiferre them ; And as 1 hope favour, they shall speake cleare truth. CORVINO. The Devill ha's entred him. BONARIO. Or bides in you. AVOCATORE 4. Wee have done ill, by a publike Officer To send for him, if he be heire. AVOCATORE 2. For whome .'' AVOCATORE 4. Him, that they call the Parasite. AVOCATORE 3. 'Tis true ; He is a man, of great estate, now left. AVOCATORE 4. Goe you, and learne his name ; and say, the Court Intreates his presence, here : but, to the clearing Of some few doubts. AVOCATORE 2. This same's a labyrinth ! AVOCATORE i. Stand you unto your first report ^ CORVINO. My state. My life, my fame BONARIO. Where is 't '. CORVINO. Are at the stake. 180 THE FOXE AVOCATORE i. Is yours so too ? CORBACCIO. The Advocate's a knave : And has a forked tongue AVOCATORE 2. Speake to the point. CORBACCIO. So is the Parasite, too. AVOCATORE i. This is confusion. VOLTORE. I do beseech your Father-hoods, read but those- CORVINO. And credit nothing, the false spirit hath writ, It cannot be (my Sires) but he is possest. ACT ^. SCENE II. VOLPONE. NANO. ANDROGYNO. CASTRONE. To make a snare, for mine owne neck ! and run My head into it, wilfully ! with laughter ! When I had newly scap't, was free, and cleare ! Out of mere wantonnesse ! 6, the dull Devill Was in this braine of mine, when I devis'd it ; And Mosca gave it second. He must now Helpe to scare up this veyne, or we bleed dead. How now ! who let you loose .? whether go you, now ? What ? to buy Ginger-bread ? or to drown Kitlings ? 181 THE FOXE NANO. Sir, Maister Mosca call'd us out of dores, And bid us all go play, and tooke the keyes. ANDROGYNO. Yes. VOLPONE. Did Maister Mosca take the keyes ? why, so ! I am farder, in. These are my fine conceipts ! I must be merry, with a mischiefe to me ! What a vile wretch was I, that could not beare My fortune, soberly ^ I must ha' my Crochets ! And my Conundrums I Well, go you, and seeke him His meaning may be truer, then my feare. Bid him he, streight, come to me, to the Court ; Thether will I ; and, if 't be possible, Uii-screw my Advocate, upon new hopes : When I provok'd him, then I lost my selfe. ACT ^. SCENE 12. AVOCATORI, ^c. These things can nere be reconcil'd. He, here, Professeth, that the Gentleman was wrong'd, And that the Gentlewoman was brought thether, Forc'd by her husband : and there Ictt. VOLTOR]':. Most true. CELIA. How ready is heav'n to those, that pray. AVOCATORI'. I. But that 1^2 FHli FOXE Volpone would have ravish'd her, he holds Utterly false ; knowing his impotence. CORVINO. Grave Fathers, he is possest ; againe, I say, Possest : nay, if there be possession, and Obsession, he has both. AVOCATORE 3. Here comes our Officer. VOLPONE. The Parasite will streight be, here, grave Fathers. AVOCATORE 4. You might invent some other name. Sir varlet. AVOCATORE 3. Did not the Notarie meet him } VOLPONE. Not, that I know. AVOCATORE 4. His comming will cleare all. AVOCATORE 2. Yet it is misty. VOLTORE. May't please your Father-hoods VOLPONE. Sir, the Parasite Will'd me to tell you, that his Maister lives ; That you are still the man ; your hopes the same ; And this was onely a iest VOLTORE. How .? VOLPONE. Sir, to trie It you were firme, and how yon stood affected. I Si THE FOXE VOLTORE. Art 'sure he lives ? VOLPONE. Do I live, Sir ? VOLTORE. me ! 1 was too violent. VOLPONE. Sir, you may redeeme it. They said, you were possest ; fall downe, and seeme so : He helpe to make it good. God blesse the man ! Stop your wind hard, and swell : See, see, see, see ! He vomits crooked pinnes ! his eyes are set. Like a dead hares, hung in a poulters shop ! His mouth's running away ! Do you see, Signior ? Now 'tis in his belly ! CORVINO. I, the Devill ! VOLPONE. Now, in his throate. CORVINO. I, I perceive it plaine. VOLTORE. 'Twill out, 'twill out; stand cleere. See, where it flyes ! In shape of a blew toad, with a battes wings ! Do you not see it, Sir .'' CORBACCIO. What.? I thinke 1 iloe. CORVINO. 'Tis too manifest. VOLPONi:. L'idke ! he cnnies t'himselfe! 184 THE FOXE VOLTORE. Where am 1 ? VOLPONE. Take good heart, the worst is past, Sir. You are dis-possest. AVOCATORE i. What accident is this ? AVOCATORE 2. Sodaine, and full of wonder ! AVOCATORE 3. If hee were Possest, as it appeares, all this is nothing. CORVINO. He has beene often, subiect to these fitts. AVOCATORE i. Shew him that writing, do you know it, Sir ? VOLPONE. Deny it, Sir, forsweare it, know it not. VOLTORE. Yes, I do know it well, it is my hand : But all, that it containes, is false. BONARIO. O practise ! AVOCATORE 2. What maze is this ! AVOCATORE i. Is hee not guilty, then, Whome you, there, name the Parasite ? VOLTORE. Grave Fathers, No more then, his good Patron, old Volpone. 185 AA THE FOXE AVOCATORE 4. Why, hee is dead ? VOLTORE. no, my honor'd Fathers, Hee lives AVOCATORE i. How ! lives ? VOLTORE. Lives. AVOCATORE 2. This is subtler, yet ! AVOCATORE 3. You sayd, hee was dead. VOLTORE. Never. AVOCATORE 3. You sayd so .'' CORVINO. 1 heard so. AVOCATORE 4. Here comes the Gentleman ; make him way. AVOCATORE 3. A stoole. AVOCATORJ-: 4. A proper man ! and, were Volpone dead, A fit match tor my daiightcr. AVOCATORl', 3. Give him way. VOLPON]-:. Mosca, I was almost lost, the /Vth'ocate Had betrayd all ; hut, now, it is recovcr'd : Al's (111 the heiige againe Say, 1 am living. THE FOXE MOSCA. What busie knave is this. Most reverend Fathers, I, sooner, had attended your grave pleasures, But that my order, for the funerall Ot my deare Patron liid require mee VOLPONE. {Mosca !) MOSCA. Whome I intend to Iniry, like a Gentleman VOLPONE. I, quick, and cosen me of all. AVOCATORE 2. Still stranger ! More intricate ! AVOCATORE i. And come about, againe ! It is a match, my daughter is bestow'd. MOSCA. (Will you gi' mee halfe.-') VOLPONE. Plrst, He bee hang'd. MOSCA. I know. Your voice is good, cry not so low'd. AVOCATORE i. Demand The Advocate. Sir, did not you affirme Volpone was alive } VOLPONE. Yes, and he is ; This Gent'man told me, so. (Thou shalt have halfe.) MOSCA. Whose drunkard is this same } speake some, that knowe him : 187 THE FOXE I never saw his face : (I cannot now Afford it you so cheape. VOLPONE. No?) AVOCATORE i. What say you ? VOLTORE. The Officer told mee. VOLPONE. I did, grave Fathers, And will maintayne, he lives, with mine owne life, And that this creature told me. (I was borne, With all good starres my enemies.) MOSCA. Most grave Fathers, If such an insolence, as this, must passe Upon me, I am silent : ' 1 was not this, For which you sent, I hope. AVOCATORE 2. Take him away. VOLPONE. ( Mosca.) AVOCATORE 3. Let him be whipt. VOLPONE. (Wilt thou betray mee } Cosen me }) AVOCATORE 3. And taught, to bcare himselfc Towartl a person ot his ranke. AVOCATORE 4. Away. 188 THE FOXE MOSCA. I humbly thanke your Father-hoods. VOLPONE. Soft, soft : Whipt ? And loose all that I have ? If I confesse, It cannot bee much more. AVOCATORE 4. Sir, are you married ? VOLPONE. They'll bee ally'd anone ; I must be resolute : The FoxE shall, here, uncase. MOSCA. (Patron.) VOLPONE. Nay, now, ' My ruines shall not come alone ; your match He hinder sure : my substance shall not glew you. Nor screw you, into a Family. MOSCA. (Why, Patron !) VOLPONE. I am Volpone, and this is my Knave ; This, his owne Knave ; This, avrices Foole ; This, a Chimera of Wittall, Foole, and Knave ; And, reverend Fathers, since we all can hope Nought, but a sentence, let's not now dispaire it. You heare me breife. CORVINO. May it please your Father-hoods COMMANDADORI. Silence. 189 THE FOXE AVOCATORE i. The knot is now undone, by miracle ! AVOCATORE 2. Nothing can be more cleare. AVOCATORE 3. Or, can more prove These innocent. AVOCATORE i. Give 'hem their liberty- BONARIO. Heaven could not, long, let such grosse crimes be hid. AVOCATORE 2. If this be held the high way, to get riches. May I be poore. AVOCATORE 3. This's not the gaine, but torment. AVOCATORE i. These possesse wealth, as sick men possesse Fevers, Which, trulver, may be said to possesse them. AXOCATORE 2. Disrobe that Parasite. CORVINO. MOSCA. Most honor'd Fathers AVOCATORh: i. Can you plead aught to stay the course ot lustice ? If you can, speake. CORVINO. VOI.rORE. We beg favor, CELIA. And mercy. I go THE FOXE AVOCATORE i. You hurt your innocence, suing for the guilty. Stand forth ; and, first, the Parasite. You appeare T' have beene the chiefest minister, if not plotter, In all these leud impostures ; and now, lastly, Have, with your impudence, abus'd the Court, And habite of a Gentleman of Venice, Being a fellow of no birth, or bloud : For which, our sentence is, first, thou be whipt ; Then live perpetuall prisoner in our C, allies. VOLTORE. I thanke you, for him, MOSCA. Bane to thy wolfish nature ! AVOCATORE i. Deliver him to the Sajgi. Thou, Volpone, By bloud, and ranke a Gentleman, canst not fall Under like censure ; But our iudgement on thee Is, that thy substance all be straight confiscate To the Hospitall, of the Incur abili: And, since the most was gotten by imposture. By fayning lame, gout, palsey, and such diseases. Thou art to lie in prison, crampt with irons, 'Till thou bee'st sick, and lame indeed. Remove him. VOLPONE. This is called mortifying of a Foxe. AVOCATORE i. Thou Voltore, to take away the scandale Thou hast giv'n all worthy men, of thy profession. Art banish'd from their Fellowship, and our State. Corbaccio, bring him neare. We here possesse Thy Sonne of all thy' estate ; and confine thee 191 THE FOXE To the Monastery of San Spirito : Where, since thou knew'st not how to live well here, Thou shalt be learn'd to die well. CORBACCIO. Ha ! what said he ? COMMANDADORE. You shall know anone, Sir. AVOCATORE i. Thou Corz'ino, shalt Be straight imbarqu'd from thine owne house, and row'd Round about Venice, through the grand Canale, Wearing a cap, with fayre, long Asses eares, Insteed of homes : and so, to mount (a paper Pin'd on thy brest) to the Berlino. CORVINO. Yes, And, have mine eyes beat out with stinking fish, Brus'd fruit, and rotten egges. 'Tis well. I 'am glad, I shall not see my shame, yet. AVOCATORE i. And to expiate Thy wrongs done to thy wife, thou art to send her Home, to her father, with her dowrie trebled : And these are all your Judgments. ALL. (Honour'd luithers.) AVOCATOR]-: I. Which may not he revok'ii. Now, you begin When crimes arc done, aiul jxist, and to be punish'd. To thinke what your crimes are ; away, witli them. Let all, that see these vices thus rewarded, Take heart, antl love to study 'hem. Mischiefes feed Like beasts, till they bee tat, and then they bleed. 19-2 THE FOXE VOI.PONK. The seasoiiinc; ot ;i P/ii\ is the aiiphuisc. Now, though the I'lixr W piinishM In' the hiwcs, He, yet, doth hope there is no suftViiig due, Kor any fact, which he hath tlone 'gainst you ; If there he, censure him : here he, doubtfull, stands. It not, tare lovially, and clap your hands. THE END 193 BB H liiiiiiiBiSliiiiili^^ D 000 978 307 7 m^mm 'lT"\?'i'!W.'-l