Bon. This cannot be a personated passion.
I was to blame, so to mistake thy nature;
Prithee, forgive me: and speak out thy business.
Mos. Sir, it concerns you; and though I may seem,
At first to make a main offence in manners,
And in my
gratitude unto my master;
Yet, for the pure love, which I bear all right,
And hatred of the wrong, I must
This very hour your father is in purpose
To disinherit you
Mos. And thrust you forth,
As a mere stranger to his blood; tis true, sir,
The work no way engageth me,
I claim an interest in the general state
Of goodness and true virtue, which I hear
To abound in
you: and, for which mere respect,
Without a second aim, sir, I have done it.
Bon. This tale hath lost thee much of the late trust
Thou hadst with me; it is impossible:
I know not how to
lend it any thought,
My father should be so unnatural.
Mos. It is a confidence that well becomes,
Your piety; and formd, no doubt, it is
From your own simple
innocence: which makes
Your wrong more monstrous and abhorrd. But, sir,
I now will tell you more. This
It is, or will be doing; and, if you
Shall be but pleased to go with me, Ill bring you,
I dare not
say where you shall see, but where
Your ear shall be a witness of the deed;
Hear yourself written bastard,
The common issue of the earth.
Bon. I am amazed!
Mos. Sir, if I do it not, draw your just sword,
And score your vengeance on my front and face:
your villain: you have too much wrong,
And I do suffer for you, sir. My heart
Weeps blood in anguish
Bon. Lead; I follow thee.
Scene II.A Room in Volpones House.
Volp. Mosca stays long, methinks.Bring forth your sports, And help to make the wretched time more
Enter Nano, Androgyno, and Castrone.
Nan. Dwarf, fool, and eunuch, well met here we be.
A question it were now, whether of us three,
all the known delicates of a rich man,
In pleasing him, claim the precedency can?
Cas. I claim for myself.
And so doth the fool.
Nan. Tis foolish indeed: let me set you both to school.
First for your dwarf, hes little and witty,
thing, as it is little, is pretty;
Else why do men say to a creature of my shape,
So soon as they see him,
Its a pretty little ape?
And why a pretty ape, but for pleasing imitation
Of greater mens actions, in a ridiculous
Beside, this feat body of mine doth not crave
Half the meat, drink, and cloth, one of your bulks
Admit your fools face be the mother of laughter,
Yet, for his brain, it must always come after:
though that do feed him, its a pitiful case,
His body is beholding to such a bad face.