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Good sir, have patience! Alas sir, be appeased! I could not think My being at the windore should more, now, Move your impatience, then at other times. Why, deer sir, when do I make these excuses? Or ever stir, abroad, but to the church? And that, so seldom— No? Not well, except you told me. Sir, let me beseech you, Affect not these strange trials; if you doubt My chastity, why lock me up, for ever: Make me the heir of darkness. Let me live, Where I may please your fears, if not your trust. Oh heaven! Was this the train? Before your honour? Lord! what spirit Is this hath entered him? Are heaven, and saints then nothing? Will they be blind, or stupid? Good Sir, Be jealous still, aemulate them; and think What hate they burn with, towards every sin. Oh heaven! canst thou suffer such a change? Sir, what you please, you may, I am your martyr. Would my life would serve To satisfy. Oh God, and his good angels! whither, whither. Is shame fled humane breasts? that with such ease, Men dare put off your honours, and their own? Is that, which ever was a cause of life, Now placed beneath the basest circumstance? And modesty and exile made, for money? Sir! Some serene blast me, or dire lightning strike This my offending face. Good sir, these things might move a mind affected With such delights; but I, whose innocence Is all I can think wealthy, or worth enjoying, And which once lost, I have nought to lose beyond it, Cannot be taken with these sensual baits: If you have conscience— If you have ears that will be pierced; or eyes, That can be opened; a heart, may be touched; Or any partly, that yet sounds man, about you: If you have touch of holy saints, or heaven, Do me the grace, to let me escape. If not, Be bountiful, and kill me. You do know, I am a creature, hither ill betrayed, By one, whose shame I would forget it were, If you will deign me neither of these graces, Yet feed your wrath, sir, rather then your lust; (It is a vice, comes nearer manliness) And punish that unhappy crime of nature, Which you miscall my beauty: flay my face, Or poison it, with ointments, for seducing Your blood to this rebellion. Rub these hands, With what may cause and eating leprosy, E'ene to my bones, and marrow: any thing, That may disfavour me, save in my honour. And I will kneel to you, pray for you, pay down A thousand hourly vows, sir, for your health, Report, and think you virtuous— Oh! joust God. I would I could forget, I were a creature. And heaven, that never fails the innocent. Oh heaven, how joust thou art! How ready is heaven to those, that pray! And mercy. Sir, kill me, rather: I will take down poison, Eat burning coals, do any thing—
Plot summary
Plot — Volpone, or The Fox
The wealthy Welpone has no family to inherit his gold. Seeking to augment his riches, he pretends to be mortally ill, and receives visitors bringing gifts and false solicitude in the hope of being named his heir. His servant Mosea encourages one of them, SlG@IGGrbaccio} to make a will in Volpone’s favour in hope of reciprocation, temporarily disinheriting his own son Bonario. He also engages Volpone’s interest in @éliaj the wife of @Grvinid) another visitor. Eager to see her, Volpone poses as a mountebank selling potions; Celia watches from a window and expresses her interest by dropping her handkerchief before the jealous Corvino intervenes and locks her away. The sight of Celia has inflamed Volpone’s sexual desire, so Mosca makes the necessary arrangements. He tells Corvino that the mountebank’s medicine, bought by his rivals, has wrought an improvement in Volpone’s condition, and that physicians have prescribed a cure: Volpone must sleep beside a healthy, vigorous young woman. @6rviniG decides to proffer Gélid for the purpose, getting himself back into favour; even if the cure works, Volpone can always be murdered later once he has made his will. On the way back to Volpone’s house, Mosca meets BOnari6, tells him of Corbaccio’s plans to make a new will, and counters Bonario’s scepticism by offering to place him where he can watch it happen. He then returns in time to free Volpone from the unwelcome company of the loquacious Dady§WoOulasBe: on being told that her husband has been seen in a gondola with a courtesan, she rushes away, pausing only to borrow a dwarf. Moses conceals BOfariG in Volpone’s room, but Corbaccio is late. @6RViHG, however, arrives early with Celia and leaves her with Volpone, who proves less decrepit than he seemed. Bonario intervenes to prevent a rape, and leaves the house with Celia. This gives the tardy Corbaccio a good reason to disinherit him. Wolteré the lawyer, another would-be heir, arrives in time to witness the new will being made, but MG@sea persuades him that the plan is to augment his own wealth: BOnano will angrily kill his father, whose wealth will pass to Volpone and so on to Voltore, the true heir. When the case comes to court, Voltore alleges adultery between Bonario and Celia, justifying Corbaccio’s actions and presenting @OFVinG as a patient, forgiving husband. The court is convinced when Volpone is produced from his sick-bed, an unlikely rapist. Celia and Bonario are imprisoned pending sentence. Lady Would-Be…