Free Volpone and Other Plays by Ben Jonson Page A
Authors: Ben Jonson
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                                                                Signior Corbaccio!
Youâre very welcome, sir.
COBBACCIO :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â How does your patron?
MOSCA : Troth, as he did, sir; no amends.
CORBACCIO [
deaf
]:Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â What? mends he?
MOSCA [
shouting
]: No, sir. He is rather worse.
CORBACCIO :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Thatâs well. Where is he?
MOSCA : Upon his couch, sir, newly fallân asleep.
10Â Â Â Â CORBACCIO : Does he sleep well?
MOSCA :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â No wink, sir, all this night,
Nor yesterday, but slumbers.
CORBACCIO :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Good! He should take
Some counsel of physicians. I have brought him
An opiate here, from mine own doctor â
MOSCA : He will not hear of drugs.
CORBACCIO :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Why? I myself
Stood by while ât was made, saw all thâingredients,
And know it cannot but most gently work.
My life for his, âtis but to make him sleep.
VOLPONE [
aside
]: Ay, his last sleep, if he would take it.
MOSCA :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Sir,
He has no faith in physic.
CORBACCIO :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Say you, say you?
20Â Â Â Â MOSCA : He has no faith in physic: he does think
Most of your doctors are the greater danger,
And worse disease tâescape. I often have
Heard him protest that your physician
Should never be his heir.
CORBACCIO :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Not I his heir?
MOSCA : Not your physician, sir.
CORBACCIO :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â O, no, no, no,
I do not mean it.
MOSCA :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â No, sir, nor their fees
He cannot brook; he says they flay a man
Before they kill him.
CORBACCIO :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Right, I do conceive you.
MOSCA : And then, they do it by experiment,
30Â Â Â Â Â Â Â For which the law not only doth absolve âem,
But gives them great reward; and he is loath
To hire his death so.
CORBACCIO :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â It is true, they kill
With as much licence as a judge.
MOSCA :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Nay, more;
For he but kills, sir, where the law condemns,
And these can kill him too.
CORBACCIO
                                                                Signior Corbaccio!
Youâre very welcome, sir.
COBBACCIO :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â How does your patron?
MOSCA : Troth, as he did, sir; no amends.
CORBACCIO [
deaf
]:Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â What? mends he?
MOSCA [
shouting
]: No, sir. He is rather worse.
CORBACCIO :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Thatâs well. Where is he?
MOSCA : Upon his couch, sir, newly fallân asleep.
10Â Â Â Â CORBACCIO : Does he sleep well?
MOSCA :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â No wink, sir, all this night,
Nor yesterday, but slumbers.
CORBACCIO :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Good! He should take
Some counsel of physicians. I have brought him
An opiate here, from mine own doctor â
MOSCA : He will not hear of drugs.
CORBACCIO :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Why? I myself
Stood by while ât was made, saw all thâingredients,
And know it cannot but most gently work.
My life for his, âtis but to make him sleep.
VOLPONE [
aside
]: Ay, his last sleep, if he would take it.
MOSCA :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Sir,
He has no faith in physic.
CORBACCIO :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Say you, say you?
20Â Â Â Â MOSCA : He has no faith in physic: he does think
Most of your doctors are the greater danger,
And worse disease tâescape. I often have
Heard him protest that your physician
Should never be his heir.
CORBACCIO :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Not I his heir?
MOSCA : Not your physician, sir.
CORBACCIO :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â O, no, no, no,
I do not mean it.
MOSCA :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â No, sir, nor their fees
He cannot brook; he says they flay a man
Before they kill him.
CORBACCIO :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Right, I do conceive you.
MOSCA : And then, they do it by experiment,
30Â Â Â Â Â Â Â For which the law not only doth absolve âem,
But gives them great reward; and he is loath
To hire his death so.
CORBACCIO :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â It is true, they kill
With as much licence as a judge.
MOSCA :Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Nay, more;
For he but kills, sir, where the law condemns,
And these can kill him too.
CORBACCIO
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