Scene I.A Room in Volpones House.
Enter Volpone and Mosca.
Volp. Good morning to the day; and next, my gold!
[Mosca withdraws the curtain, and discovers piles of gold, plate, jewels, etc.
The teeming earth to see the longd-for sun
Peep through the borns of the celestial Ram,
Am I, to view thy splendour darkening his;
That lying here, amongst my other hoards,
Shewst like a flame by night, or like the day
Struck out of chaos, when all darkness fled
Unto the centre. O thou son of Sol,
But brighter than thy father, let me kiss,
With adoration, thee, and every relick
Of sacred treasure in this blessed room.
Well did wise poets, by thy glorious name,
Title that age which they would have the best;
Thou being the best of things, and far transcending
All style of joy, in children, parents, friends,
Or any other waking dream on earth:
Thy looks when they to Venus did ascribe,
They should have given her twenty thousand Cupids;
Such are thy beauties and our loves! Dear saint,
Riches, the dumb god, that givst all men tongues,
Thou canst do nought, and yet makst men do all things;
The price of souls; even hell, with thee to boot,
Is made worth heaven. Thou art virtue, fame,
Honour,-and all things else. Who can get thee,
He shall be noble valiant, honest, wise
Mos. And what he will, sir. Riches are in fortune
Volp. True, my beloved Mosca. Yet I glory
Mos. No, sir, nor devour
Volp. Right, Mosca; I do lothe it.
Mos. And besides, sir,
Volp. Hold thee, Mosca,
[Gives him money.Take of my hand; thou strikst on truth in all,
And they are envious term thee parasite.
Call forth my dwarf, my eunuch, and my fool,
And let them make me sport. [Exit Mos.] What should I do,
But cocker up my genius, and live free
To all delights my fortune calls me to?
I have no wife, no parent, child, ally,
To give my substance to; but whom I make
Must be my heir: and this makes men observe me:
This draws new clients daily to my house,
Women and men of every sex and age,
That bring me presents, send me plate, coin, jewels,
With hope that when I die (which they expect
Each greedy minute) it shall then return
Ten-fold upon them; whilst some, covetous
Above the rest, seek to engross me whole,
And counter-work the one unto the other,
Contend in gifts, as they would seem in love:
All which I suffer, playing with their hopes,
And am content to coin them into profit,
And look upon their kindness, and take more,
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