SCENE 4
[The Scrutineo, or Senate-house.]

[Enter VOLTORE, CORBACCIO, CORVINO, and MOSCA.]

VOLT: Well, now you know the carriage of the business,
     Your constancy is all that is required
     Unto the safety of it.

MOS: Is the lie
     Safely convey'd amongst us? Is that sure?
     Knows every man his burden?

CORV: Yes.

MOS: Then shrink not.

CORV: But knows the advocate the truth?

MOS: O, sir,
     By no means; I devised a formal tale,
     That salv'd your reputation. But be valiant, sir.

CORV: I fear no one but him, that this his pleading
     Should make him stand for a co-heir—

MOS: Co-halter!
     Hang him; we will but use his tongue, his noise,
     As we do croaker's here.

CORV: Ay, what shall he do?

MOS: When we have done, you mean?

CORV: Yes.

MOS: Why, we'll think:
     Sell him for mummia; he's half dust already.
     [To VOLTORE.]
     Do not you smile, to see this buffalo,
     How he doth sport it with his head?
     [Aside.]
     —I should,
     If all were well and past.
     [To CORBACCIO.]
     —Sir, only you
     Are he that shall enjoy the crop of all,
     And these not know for whom they toil.

CORB: Ay, peace.

MOS: [Turning to CORVINO.] But you shall eat it.
     Much! [Aside.]
     [To VOLTORE.]
     —Worshipful sir,
     Mercury sit upon your thundering tongue,
     Or the French Hercules, and make your language
     As conquering as his club, to beat along,
     As with a tempest, flat, our adversaries;
     But much more yours, sir.

VOLT: Here they come, have done.

MOS: I have another witness, if you need, sir,
     I can produce.

VOLT: Who is it?

MOS: Sir, I have her.

 

SCENE 5
[The same.]

[Enter AVOCATORI and take their seats, BONARIO, CELIA, NOTARIO, COMMANDADORI, SAFFI, and other OFFICERS OF JUSTICE.]

1ST AVOC: The like of this the senate never heard of.

2ND AVOC: 'Twill come most strange to them when we report it.

4TH AVOC: The gentlewoman has been ever held
     Of unreproved name.

3RD AVOC: So has the youth.

4TH AVOC: The more unnatural part that of his father.

2ND AVOC: More of the husband.

1ST AVOC: I not know to give
     His act a name, it is so monstrous!

4TH AVOC: But the impostor, he's a thing created
     To exceed example!

1ST AVOC: And all after-times!

2ND AVOC: I never heard a true voluptuary
     Describ'd, but him.

3RD AVOC: Appear yet those were cited?

NOT: All, but the old magnifico, Volpone.

1ST AVOC: Why is not he here?

MOS: Please your fatherhoods,
     Here is his advocate: himself's so weak,
     So feeble—

4TH AVOC: What are you?

BON: His parasite,
     His knave, his pandar—I beseech the court,
     He may be forced to come, that your grave eyes
     May bear strong witness of his strange impostures.

VOLT: Upon my faith and credit with your virtues,
     He is not able to endure the air.

2ND AVOC: Bring him, however.

3RD AVOC: We will see him.

4TH AVOC: Fetch him.

VOLT: Your fatherhoods fit pleasures be obey'd;
[Exeunt OFFICERS.]
     But sure, the sight will rather move your pities,
     Than indignation. May it please the court,
     In the mean time, he may be heard in me;
     I know this place most void of prejudice,
     And therefore crave it, since we have no reason
     To fear our truth should hurt our cause.

3RD AVOC: Speak free.

VOLT: Then know, most honour'd fathers, I must now
     Discover to your strangely abused ears,
     The most prodigious and most frontless piece
     Of solid impudence, and treachery,
     That ever vicious nature yet brought forth
     To shame the state of Venice. This lewd woman,
     That wants no artificial looks or tears
     To help the vizor she has now put on,
     Hath long been known a close adulteress,
     To that lascivious youth there; not suspected,
     I say, but known, and taken in the act
     With him; and by this man, the easy husband,
     Pardon'd: whose timeless bounty makes him now
     Stand here, the most unhappy, innocent person,
     That ever man's own goodness made accused.
     For these not knowing how to owe a gift
     Of that dear grace, but with their shame; being placed
     So above all powers of their gratitude,
     Began to hate the benefit; and, in place
     Of thanks, devise to extirpe the memory
     Of such an act: wherein I pray your fatherhoods
     To observe the malice, yea, the rage of creatures
     Discover'd in their evils; and what heart
     Such take, even from their crimes:—but that anon
     Will more appear.—This gentleman, the father,
     Hearing of this foul fact, with many others,
     Which daily struck at his too tender ears,
     And grieved in nothing more than that he could not
     Preserve himself a parent, (his son's ills
     Growing to that strange flood,) at last decreed
     To disinherit him.

1ST AVOC: These be strange turns!

2ND AVOC: The young man's fame was ever fair and honest.

VOLT: So much more full of danger is his vice,
     That can beguile so under shade of virtue.
     But, as I said, my honour'd sires, his father
     Having this settled purpose, by what means
     To him betray'd, we know not, and this day
     Appointed for the deed; that parricide,
     I cannot style him better, by confederacy
     Preparing this his paramour to be there,
     Enter'd Volpone's house, (who was the man,
     Your fatherhoods must understand, design'd
     For the inheritance,) there sought his father:—
     But with what purpose sought he him, my lords?
     I tremble to pronounce it, that a son
     Unto a father, and to such a father,
     Should have so foul, felonious intent!
     It was to murder him: when being prevented
     By his more happy absence, what then did he?
     Not check his wicked thoughts; no, now new deeds,
     (Mischief doth ever end where it begins)
     An act of horror, fathers! he dragg'd forth
     The aged gentleman that had there lain bed-rid
     Three years and more, out of his innocent couch,
     Naked upon the floor, there left him; wounded
     His servant in the face: and, with this strumpet
     The stale to his forged practice, who was glad
     To be so active,—(I shall here desire
     Your fatherhoods to note but my collections,
     As most remarkable,—) thought at once to stop
     His father's ends; discredit his free choice
     In the old gentleman, redeem themselves,
     By laying infamy upon this man,
     To whom, with blushing, they should owe their lives.

1ST AVOC: What proofs have you of this?

BON: Most honoured fathers,
     I humbly crave there be no credit given
     To this man's mercenary tongue.

2ND AVOC: Forbear.

BON: His soul moves in his fee.

3RD AVOC: O, sir.

BON: This fellow,
     For six sols more, would plead against his Maker.

1ST AVOC: You do forget yourself.

VOLT: Nay, nay, grave fathers,
     Let him have scope: can any man imagine
     That he will spare his accuser, that would not
     Have spared his parent?

1ST AVOC: Well, produce your proofs.

CEL: I would I could forget I were a creature.

VOLT: Signior Corbaccio.

[CORBACCIO comes forward.]

4TH AVOC: What is he?

VOLT: The father.

2ND AVOC: Has he had an oath?

NOT: Yes.

CORB: What must I do now?

NOT: Your testimony's craved.

CORB: Speak to the knave?
     I'll have my mouth first stopt with earth; my heart
     Abhors his knowledge: I disclaim in him.

1ST AVOC: But for what cause?

CORB: The mere portent of nature!
     He is an utter stranger to my loins.

BON: Have they made you to this?

CORB: I will not hear thee,
     Monster of men, swine, goat, wolf, parricide!
     Speak not, thou viper.

BON: Sir, I will sit down,
     And rather wish my innocence should suffer,
     Then I resist the authority of a father.

VOLT: Signior Corvino!

[CORVINO comes forward.]

2ND AVOC: This is strange.

1ST AVOC: Who's this?

NOT: The husband.

4TH AVOC: Is he sworn?

NOT: He is.

3RD AVOC: Speak, then.

CORV: This woman, please your fatherhoods, is a whore,
     Of most hot exercise, more than a partrich,
     Upon record—

1ST AVOC: No more.

CORV: Neighs like a jennet.

NOT: Preserve the honour of the court.

CORV: I shall,
     And modesty of your most reverend ears.
     And yet I hope that I may say, these eyes
     Have seen her glued unto that piece of cedar,
     That fine well-timber'd gallant; and that here
     The letters may be read, through the horn,
     That make the story perfect.

MOS: Excellent! sir.

CORV [Aside to MOSCA.]: There's no shame in this now, is there?

MOS: None.

CORV: Or if I said, I hoped that she were onward
     To her damnation, if there be a hell
     Greater than whore and woman; a good Catholic
     May make the doubt.

3RD AVOC: His grief hath made him frantic.

1ST AVOC: Remove him hence.

2ND AVOC: Look to the woman.

[CELIA swoons.]

CORV: Rare!
     Prettily feign'd, again!

4TH AVOC: Stand from about her.

1ST AVOC: Give her the air.

3RD AVOC: [To MOSCA.] What can you say?

MOS: My wound,
     May it please your wisdoms, speaks for me, received
     In aid of my good patron, when he mist
     His sought-for father, when that well-taught dame
     Had her cue given her, to cry out, A rape!

BON: O most laid impudence! Fathers—

3RD AVOC: Sir, be silent;
     You had your hearing free, so must they theirs.

2ND AVOC: I do begin to doubt the imposture here.

4TH AVOC: This woman has too many moods.

VOLT: Grave fathers,
     She is a creature of a most profest
     And prostituted lewdness.

CORV: Most impetuous,
     Unsatisfied, grave fathers!

VOLT: May her feignings
     Not take your wisdoms: but this day she baited
     A stranger, a grave knight, with her loose eyes,
     And more lascivious kisses. This man saw them
     Together on the water in a gondola.

MOS: Here is the lady herself, that saw them too;
     Without; who then had in the open streets
     Pursued them, but for saving her knight's honour.

1ST AVOC: Produce that lady.

2ND AVOC: Let her come.

[Exit MOSCA.]

4TH AVOC: These things,
     They strike with wonder!

3RD AVOC: I am turn'd a stone.

 

SCENE 6
[The same.]

[Re-enter MOSCA with LADY P. WOULD-BE.]

MOS: Be resolute, madam.

LADY P: Ay, this same is she.
     [Pointing to CELIA.]
     Out, thou chameleon harlot! now thine eyes
     Vie tears with the hyaena. Dar'st thou look
     Upon my wronged face?—I cry your pardons,
     I fear I have forgettingly transgrest
     Against the dignity of the court—

2ND AVOC: No, madam.

LADY P: And been exorbitant—

2ND AVOC: You have not, lady.

4TH AVOC: These proofs are strong.

LADY P: Surely, I had no purpose
     To scandalise your honours, or my sex's.

3RD AVOC: We do believe it.

LADY P: Surely, you may believe it.

2ND AVOC: Madam, we do.

LADY P: Indeed, you may; my breeding
     Is not so coarse—

4TH AVOC: We know it.

LADY P: To offend
     With pertinacy—

3RD AVOC: Lady—

LADY P: Such a presence!
     No, surely.

1ST AVOC: We will think it.

LADY P: You may think it.

1ST AVOC: Let her o'ercome. What witnesses have you
     To make good your report?

BON: Our consciences.

CEL: And heaven, that never fails the innocent.

4TH AVOC: These are no testimonies.

BON: Not in your courts,
     Where multitude, and clamour overcomes.

1ST AVOC: Nay, then you do wax insolent.

[Re-enter OFFICERS, bearing VOLPONE, as impotent, invalid, on a couch.]

VOLT: Here, here,
     The testimony comes, that will convince,
     And put to utter dumbness their bold tongues:
     See here, grave fathers, here's the ravisher,
     The rider on men's wives, the great impostor,
     The grand voluptuary! Do you not think
     These limbs should affect venery? or these eyes
     Covet a concubine? Pray you mark these hands;
     Are they not fit to stroke a lady's breasts?—
     Perhaps he doth dissemble!

BON: So he does.

VOLT: Would you have him tortured?

BON: I would have him proved.

VOLT: Best try him then with goads, or burning irons;
     Put him to the strappado: I have heard
     The rack hath cured the gout; 'faith, give it him,
     And help him of a malady; be courteous.
     I'll undertake, before these honour'd fathers,
     He shall have yet as many left diseases,
     As she has known adulterers, or thou strumpets.—
     O, my most equal hearers, if these deeds,
     Acts of this bold and most exorbitant strain,
     May pass with sufferance; what one citizen
     But owes the forfeit of his life, yea, fame,
     To him that dares traduce him? which of you
     Are safe, my honour'd fathers? I would ask,
     With leave of your grave fatherhoods, if their plot
     Have any face or colour like to truth?
     Or if, unto the dullest nostril here,
     It smell not rank, and most abhorred slander?
     I crave your care of this good gentleman,
     Whose life is much endanger'd by their fable;
     And as for them, I will conclude with this,
     That vicious persons, when they're hot and flesh'd
     In impious acts, their constancy abounds:
     Damn'd deeds are done with greatest confidence.

1ST AVOC: Take them to custody, and sever them.

2ND AVOC: 'Tis pity two such prodigies should live.

1ST AVOC: Let the old gentleman be return'd with care;
[Exeunt OFFICERS with VOLPONE.]
     I'm sorry our credulity hath wrong'd him.

4TH AVOC: These are two creatures!

3RD AVOC: I've an earthquake in me.

2ND AVOC: Their shame, even in their cradles, fled their faces.

4TH AVOC: [To VOLTORI.] You have done a worthy service to the state, sir,
     In their discovery.

1ST AVOC: You shall hear, ere night,
     What punishment the court decrees upon them.

[Exeunt AVOCATORI, NOTARI, and OFFICERS with BONARIO and CELIA.]

VOLT: We thank your fatherhoods.—How like you it?

MOS: Rare.
     I'd have your tongue, sir, tipt with gold for this;
     I'd have you be the heir to the whole city;
     The earth I'd have want men, ere you want living:
     They're bound to erect your statue in St. Mark's.
     Signior Corvino, I would have you go
     And shew yourself, that you have conquer'd.

CORV: Yes.

MOS: It was much better that you should profess
     Yourself a cuckold thus, than that the other
     Should have been prov'd.

CORV: Nay, I consider'd that:
     Now it is her fault:

MOS: Then it had been yours.

CORV: True; I do doubt this advocate still.

MOS: I' faith,
     You need not, I dare ease you of that care.

CORV: I trust thee, Mosca.
     [Exit.]

MOS: As your own soul, sir.

CORB: Mosca!

MOS: Now for your business, sir.

CORB: How! have you business?

MOS: Yes, your's, sir.

CORB: O, none else?

MOS: None else, not I.

CORB: Be careful, then.

MOS: Rest you with both your eyes, sir.

CORB: Dispatch it.

MOS: Instantly.

CORB: And look that all,
     Whatever, be put in, jewels, plate, moneys,
     Household stuff, bedding, curtains.

MOS: Curtain-rings, sir.
     Only the advocate's fee must be deducted.

CORB: I'll pay him now; you'll be too prodigal.

MOS: Sir, I must tender it.

CORB: Two chequines is well?

MOS: No, six, sir.

CORB: 'Tis too much.

MOS: He talk'd a great while;
     You must consider that, sir.

CORB: Well, there's three—

MOS: I'll give it him.

CORB: Do so, and there's for thee.
     [Exit.]

MOS: [Aside.] Bountiful bones! What horrid strange offence
     Did he commit 'gainst nature, in his youth,
     Worthy this age?
     [To VOLTORI.]—You see, sir, how I work
     Unto your ends; take you no notice.

VOLT: No,
     I'll leave you.
     [Exit.]

MOS: All is yours, the devil and all:
     Good advocate!—Madam, I'll bring you home.

LADY P: No, I'll go see your patron.

MOS: That you shall not:
     I'll tell you why. My purpose is to urge
     My patron to reform his will; and for
     The zeal you have shewn to-day, whereas before
     You were but third or fourth, you shall be now
     Put in the first; which would appear as begg'd,
     If you were present. Therefore—

LADY P: You shall sway me.

[Exeunt.]