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Mos. Tut, forget, sir.

For your incontinence, it hath desery'd it The weeping of an heir should still be Throughly and throughly, and the plague laughter,

to boot.

[once close Under a visor 25.

(You may come near, sir) would

you would Coro. Why? am I his heir ? [the will, Those filthy eyes of yours, that flow with Mos. vir, I am sworn, I may not shew


[cheeks, Till he be dead: but here has been Cor like two frog-pits: and those same hanging baccio,

[too, Cover'd with hide 29 instead of skin, (nay, Here has been Voltore, here were others

help, sir,) I cannot number 'em, they were so many.

That look like frozen dish-clouts set on end. All gaping here for legacies; but I

Coro. Or like an old smok'd wall, on Taking the vantage of his naming you,

which the rain (Signior Corvino, signior Corvino) took Ran down in streaks. Paper, and pen, and ink, and there I ask'd Mos. Excellent, sir, speak out: him,



may be louder yet: a culverin Whom he would have his heir? Corvino. Discharged in his ear, would hardly bore it. Should be executor? Corvino. And,

Coro. His pose is like a common séwer, To any question he was silent to,

still running, I still interpreted the nods, he made

Mos. 'Tis, good! And wh his mouth? (Through weakness) for consent: and sent Corv. A very draught. home th' others,

[curse. Mos. O, stop it up Nothing bequeath'd them, but to cry and Coro. By no means. Corv. O, my dear Mosca. Does he not Mos. 'Pray you, let me.

perceive us? [They embrace. Faith I could stifle him rarely with a pillow, Mos. No more than a blind harper. He As well as any woman that should keep him. knows no man,

Corv. Do as you will, but I'll begone. No face of friend, nor name of any servant,

Mos. Be so; Who 'twas that fed him last, or gave him It is your presence makes him last so long. drink:

Corv. I pray you, use no violence. Not those he bath begotten, or brought up, Mos. No, sir? why?

[you, sir? Can he remember.

Why should you be thus scrupulous, 'pray Cort. Has he children?

Coro. Nay, at your discretion. Mos: Bastards,

(beggars, Mos. Well, good sir, be gone. Some dozen, or more, that he begot on Coro. I will not trouble him now, to take Gypsies and Jews, and black-moors, when

my pearl.

[needless care he was drunk,

[fable. Mos. Puh, nor your diamond. What a Knew you not that, sir? 'tis the common Is this afflicts you? Is not all here yours? The dwart, the fool, the eunuch are all his; Am not I here? whom you have made your He's the true father of his family 28,

creature ? In all, save me: but he has giv'n 'em no That owe my being to you? thing.

[he does not hear us ? Cory. Grateful Mosca ! (panion, Corv. That's well, that's well. Art sure Thou art my friend, my fellow, my comMos. Sure, sir? why, look you, credit My partner, and shalt share in all my foryour own sense.

The pox approach, and add to your diseases, Mos. Excepting one.
If it would send you hence the sooner, sir, Corv. What's that?
26 The weeping of an heir should still be laughter
Under á visor.) From the Latin verse of Syrus Mimus :

Hæredis fletus sub personá risus est.
Nothing bequeath'd thein, but to cry and curse.] From Horace's satire above mentioned;

Nil sibi legatum, præter plorare, suisque.
This satire, which bears son e affinity to dramatic poetry, is the model which our poet
chose to copy after.

23 He's the true father of his family.] The preceding passage is closely imitated from Martial, l. 1. (p. 85.

Pater fumiliæ verus est Quirinalis.--Mr. UPTON. And the description in the foregoing speech of Mosca is as close an imitation from a passage in the 10th satire of Juvenal.

And those sume hanging cheeks
Cover'd with hide instead of skin.] This is still from Juvenal's 10th satire :

-Deformem pro cule pellem,
Pendentesque ganas.
Nay, help, sir. 1 Help me rail and abuse Volpone. There are similar passages to this,
28 Mr. Upton observes, in the other plays of Jonson.


Mos. Your gallant wife, sir.

But had she signior Corvino's wife's faceNow is he gone : we had no other means, Volp. Has she so rare a face? To shoot him hence, but this.

Mus. O sir, the wonder, Volp. My divine Mosca !

The blazing star of Italy! a wench Thou hast to-day out-gone thyself. Who's O'the first year! a beauty ripe as harvest ? there?

[Another knocks. Whose skin is whiter than a swan all over! I will be troubled with no more. Prepare Than silver, snow, or lilies! a soft lip, Me musick, dances, banquets, all delights ; Would tempt you to eternity of kissing! The Turk is not more sensual in his pleasures, And flesh that melteth in the touch to blood ! Than will Volpone. Let me see; a pearl ? Bright as your gold, and lovely as your A diamond plate? cecchines ? Good inorn

gold ! ing's purchase ;

Volp. Why had not I known this before?
Why, this is better than rob churches, yet: Mos. Alas, sir-
Or fat, by eating (once a month) a man. Myself but yesterday discover'd it.
Who is't?

Volp. How might I see her?
Mos. The beauteous lady Would-be, sir, Mos O, not possible;
Wite to the English knight, Sir Politick She's kept as warily as is your gold,

Never does come abroad, never takes air, (This is the stile, sir, is directed me)

But at a window. All her looks are sweet, Hath sent to know, how you have slept to As the first grapes or cherries, and are night,

watch'd And if you would be visited.

As near as they are. Volp. Not now.

Volp. I must see herSome three hours hence.

Mos. Sir, Mos. I told the squire so much.

There is a guard of ten spies thick upon her, Volp. When I am high with mirth and All his while household; each of which is wine : then, then, (valour

set Fore heav'n, I wonder at the desperate Upon his fellow, and have all their charge Of the bold English, that they dare let loose When he goes out; when he comes in, Their wives to all encounters !


[her window. Mos. Sir, this knight

Volp. I will go see her, though but at Had not his name for nothing, he is politic Mos. In some disguise then. And knows, howe'er his wife affect strange Volp. That is true: I inust airs,

Maintain mine own shape still the same : She hath not yet the face to be dishonest :

we'll think.



Laid for this height of Venice, to observe, Politick Would-be, Peregrine.

To quote, to learn the language, and se

forthPol. VIR, to a wise man, all the world's 'I hope you travel, sir, with licence ? his soil :

Per. Yes, It is not Italy, nor France, nor Europe, Pol. I dare the safelier converse, -How That must bound me, if my fates call me

long, sir, forth.

Since you left England ? Yea, I protest, it is no salt desire

Per. Seven weeks. Of seeing countries, shifting a religion,

Pol. So lately? Nor any disaffection to the state

You ha' not been with my lord ambassador. Where I was bred (and unto which I owe Per. Not yet, sir. My dearest plots) hath brought me out; Pol. Pray you, what news, sir, vents our much less,

climate? That idle, antique, stale, grey-headed pro I heard last night a most strange thing reject,

ported Of knowing men's minds and manners, with By some of my lord's followers, and I long Ulysses:

To hear how 'twill be seconded ? But a peculiar humour of my wife's,

Per. What was't, sir? " I hope you tradel, sir, with licence ?] After these words, there is this line omitted :

Per. Yes. 16 Pol. I dare the safelier converse.”. I have restored it above from the old books.

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Pol. Marry, sir, of a raven that should

build In a ship royal of the king's ?. Per. This fellow,

[name, sir. Does be gull me, trow? or is guli'd? Your

Pol. My name is Politick Would-be.
Per. O, that speaks him. A knight, sir.
Pol. A poor knight, sir.

Per. Your lady
Lies here in Venice, for intelligence
Of tires and fashions, and behaviour,
Among the courtezans ? the fine lady

(oft-times, Pol. Yes, sir; the spider and the bee, Suck from one fiower.

Per. Good sir Politick,
I cry you mercy; I have heard much of you:
'Tis true, sir, of your raven.

Pol. On your knowledge? (the tower'.
Per. Yes, and your lion's whelping in
Pol. Another whelp!
Per. Another, sir.
Pol. Now heaven !

[wick! What prodigies be these? The fires at BerAnd the new star ! these things concurring,

And full of omen: saw you those meteors ?

Per. I did, sir.
Pol. Fearful! Pray you, sir, confirm me,
Were there three porpoises seen above the
As they give out?

Per. Six, and a sturgeon, sir.
Pol. I am astonish'd.
Per. Nay, sir, be not so * ;
I'll tell you a greater prodigy than these —

Pol. What should these things portend !
Per. The very day

[don, (Let me be sure) that I put forth from LonThere was a whale discover'd in the river, As high as Woolwich', that had waited there (Few know how many months) for the subOf the Stode fleet.


Pol. Is't possible? believe it, [dukes! 'Twas either sent from Spain, or the archSpinola's whale, upon my life, my credit ! Will they not leave these projects? Worthy Some other news.

[sir, Per. Faith, Stone the fool is dead, And they do lack a tavern-fool extremely.

Pol. Is Mass' Stone dead?

Per. He's dead, sir ; why? I hope, You thought him not immortal : 'O, this knight

[thing (Were he well known) would be a precious To fit our English stage: he that should write

[feign But such a fellow, should be thought to Extremely, if not maliciously.

Pol. Stone dead ! Lyou apprehend it?

Per. Dead. Lord ! how deeply, sir,
He was no kinsman to you?
Pol. That I know of.

[fool. Well! that same fellow was an unknown

Per. And yet you knew him, it seems?
Pol. I did so. Sir,

[heads I knew him one of the most dangerous Living within the state, and so I held him.

Per. Indeed, sir?

Pol. While heliv'd, in action.
He has receiv'd weekly intelligence,
Upon my knowledge, out of the Low

(For all parts of the world) in cabbages
And those dispens'd again to ambassadors,
In oranges, musk-melons, apricots,
Limnons, pomecitrons, and such-like; some-

In Colchester oysters, and your Selsey

Per. You make me wonder!

Pol. Sir, upon my knowledge.
Nay, I've observ'd him, at your public

Take his advertisement from a traveller


? Pol. Marry, sir, of a raven that should build

In a ship-royal of the king's.] Dr. Grey thinks this is probably an allusion to the swallows that built in Cleopatra's admiral-ship. See Life of Antony, by Plutarch; and Shakspeare's Antony and Cleopatra, 'act iv. sc. 8.

Yes, and your lion's whelping in the tower.] Alluding to the lioness, which brought forth a young lion in the tower, 5th August, 1604.-Dr. GREY. * Were there three porpoises seen above the bridge, As they give out?

Per. Nay, sir, be not so.] Be not what? The old books will tell us, which supply the passage that is wanting:

Per. Six and a sturgeon, sir. Pol. I am astonish'd. Per. Nay, sir, be not so." There was a whale discover'd in the river, As high as Woolwich.] This is mentioned by Stow, as happening in January, 1605.

Dr. GREY, For the Stode-fleet, we should now perhaps say, the Hamburg-fleet. Stode is about 20 miles distant from Hamburg, on the other side the Elbe. He has receit'd weekly intelligence,

Out of the Low Countries, in CABBAGES.] This is not an expression thrown out at random, or by chance. Cabbages were not originally the natural growth of England; but about this time they were sent to us from Holland, and so became the product of our kitchengardens. I mention this circumstance, trifling as it seems, because it serves to point out that propriety and decorum, which so strongly mark the character of Jonson.


(A conceal'd statesman) in a trencher of For casting me thus luckily upon you, meat;

Whose knowledge (if your bounty equal it) And instantly, before the meal was done, May do me great assistance, in instruction Convey an answer in a tooth-pick.

For my behaviour, and my bearing, which Per. Strange!

Is yet so rude and raw How could this be, sir?

Pol. Why? came you forth Pol. Why, the meat was cut

Empty of rúles, for travel ? So like his character, and so laid, as he

Per. Faith, I had

[grammar, Must easily read the cypher.

Some common ones, from out that vulgar Per. I have heard,

Which he that cry'd Italian to me, taught He could not read, sir.


(bloods, Pol. So 'twas given out

Pol. Why this it is, that spoils all our brave (In politie:) by those that did employ him: Trusting our hopeful gentry unto pedants, But he could read, and had your languages, Fellows of out-side, and mere bark. You And to't as sound a noddle

Per. I have heard, sir, [they were To be a gentleman, of ingenuous race That your Baboons were spies, and that I not protess it, but my fate hath been A kind of subile nation near to China. To be, where I have been consulted with, Pol. I, I, your Mamaluchi. Faith, they In this high kind, touching some great men's had


Their hand in a French plot or two; but Persons of blood and honour.
Were so extremely given to women, as Per. Who be these, sir?
They made discovery of all: yet I
Had my advices here (on Wednesday last)

From one of their own coat, they were re-

Mosca, Politick, Peregrine, Volpone, Nano, Made their relations, (as the fashion is)

Grege. And now stand fair for fresli en ployment. Mos. Under that window, there't must Per. 'Heart!

be. The same. This sir Pol. will be ignorant of nothing. Pol. Fellows, to mount a bank'! Did It seems, sir, you know all ?

your instructor Pol. Not all, sir: but

In the dead tongues, never discourse to you I have some general notions: I do love Of the Italian mountebanks? To note, and to observe; though I live out Per. Yes, sir. Free from the active torrent, yet I'ld mark Pol. Why, The currents and the passages of things, Here you shall see one. For mine own private use; and know the Per. They are quacksalvers, And flows of state.

[ebbs Fellows that live by vending cils and drugs. Per. Believe it, sir, I hold

Pol. Was that the character he gave you Myself in no small tie unto my fortunes,

of them? ? Which he, that cry'd Italian to me, taught me.] I doubt the truth of cry'd; if chiamare had been used in the sense of indottrinare, I should have liked it much, but it is not so. What if we should alter, it then to,

“ He that read Italian to me.”—Mr. SYMPSON. The same correction stands in the margin of Mr. Theobald's copy; but if the reader does not acquiesce in the conjecture of these learned gentlemen, we may imagine the expression was humorously designed, to intimate the tone, or whining manner of the teacher. Amongst the old Romans, the proper tuning and measuring the words, was usually taught to children by their first masters; and this first reading Macrobius calls by the name of singing : Videris enim mihi ita adhuc Virgilianos habere versus, qualiter eos pueri, magistris prælegentibus, canebamus.-SATURNAL. I. 1. c. 24.

I think it therefore not improbable, that the poet here intended the pedant's manner in teaching his scholar the proper accent.

* Fellows of out-side, and mere bark.] This is a Greek phrase ; $rowdns ò aing, Long. sect. 3.

Fellows, to MOUNT A BANK.] Plainly alluding to the etymology of a mountebank : Ital. montar in banco. So presently, " I who was wont to fix my bank in face of the public piazza, &c.”—This whole episode of sir Politick Would-be never did, nor ever can please. He seems to be brought in merely to lengthen out the play. Perhaps too'tis particular satire.--Mr. Upton.

I cannot help thinking this episode to be rather an excrescence than a beauty, as it has no sort of connection with the rest of the play: yet the character is not destitute of humour, and possibly might be intended for some particular person. However, it exposes with great life the taste of that state-intriguing age, in which it was easier to find a politician, than a man.

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Per. As I remember.

(to tell you true) I cannot endure to see Pol. Pity his ignorance.

“ the rabble of these ground Ciarlitani, that They are the only knowing men of Europe ! “ spread their cloaks on the pavement, as Great general scholars, excellent physicians, “ if they meant to do feats of activity, and Most admir'd statesmen, profest favourites, “ then come in lamely, with their mouldy And cabinet-counsellors to the greatest “ tales out of Boccacio, like staie Tabarine, princes !

" the fabulist : some of them discoursing The only languag'd men of all the world! “ their travels, and of their tedious captiPer. And, I have heard, they are most vity in the Turks' galleys, when indeed

lewd impostors; [belyers (were the truth known) they were the Made all of terms and shreds; no less " Christians' galleys, where very temperateOf great men's favours, than their own vile "ly they eat bread, and drunk water, as a med'cines;

“ wholesome penance (enjoined them by Which they will utter upon monstrous oaths; “ their confessors) for base pilferies.” Selling that drug for two-pence, ere they

Pol. Note but his bearing, and contempt part,

[before. of these. Which they have valu'd at twelve crowns Volp. "These turdy-facy-nasty-paty-JouPol. Sir, calumnies are answer'd best with "sy-fartical rogues :, with one poor groat'ssilence.

[friends? worth of unprepared antimony, finely Yourself shall judge. Who is it mounts, my wrapt up in several scartoccios, are able, Mos. Scoto of Mantua, sir.

very well, to kill their twenty a week, and Pol. Is't he? Nay, then,

play, yet, these meagre starv'd spirits, I'll proudly promise, sir, you shall behold “ who have half stopt the organs of their Another man than has been phant'sied to “ minds with earthly oppilations, want not you.

[bank, “ their favourers among your shrivel'd, salI wonder yet, that he should mount his lad-eating artisans : who are overjoyed Here in this nook, that has been wont t " that they may have their half-pe’rth of appear

“physick, though it purge 'em into another In face of the Piazza ! Here he comes.

world, it makes no matter." Volp. Mount, Zany.

Pol. Excellent! ha' you heard better Gre. Follow, foilow, follow, follow. language, sir? Pol. See how the people follow him ! he's Volp. “ Well, let 'em go. And gentle

men, honourable gentlemen, know, that May write ten thousand crowns in bank here. for this time, our bank, being thus reMark but his gesture: I do use to observe “ moved from the clamours of the canaThe state he keeps in getting up!

glia, shall be the scene of pleasure and dePer. 'Tis worth it, sir.

Tight: for I have nothing to sell, little or Volp.“ Most noble gentlemen, and my nothing to sell." “worthy patrons, it may seem strange, that Pol. I told you, sir, his end. I, your Scoto Mantuano, who was ever Per. You did so, sir. “ wont to fix my bank in face of the public Volp. “ I protest, I, and my six servants, “ Piazza, near the shelter of the Portico to are not able to make of this precious the Procuratia, should now, after eight liquor, so fast as it is fetch'd away from my “ months absence from this illustrious city. lodging by gentlemen of your city; “ of Venice, humbly retire myself into an “ strangers of the Terrafirma; worshipful " obscure nook of the Piazza."

“ merchants; I, and senators too: who, Pol. Did not I now object the same? “ ever since my arrival, have detained me Per. Peace, sir.

to their uses, by their splendidous liberaVolp. " Let me tell you : I am not (as “ lities. And worthily. For, what avails your Lombard proverb saith) cold on my your rich man to have his magazines stuft “ feet; or content to part with my commo “ with moscadelli, or of the purest grape, “ dities at a cheaper rate, than I accustom “ when his physicians prescribe him (on " ed : look not for it. Nor that the calum pain of death) to drink nothing, but water “ nious reports of that impudent detractor, « cocted with aniseeds ? O, health! health! “ and shame to our profession, (Alessandro “ the blessing of the rich! the riches of the “ Buttone, I mean) who gavd out, in public, poor! who can buy thee at too dear a “ I was condemned a' Sforzato to the gal rate, since there is no enjoying this world leys, for poisoning the cardinal Bembo's “ without thee? Be not then so sparing of

- cook, hath at all attached, much less your purses, honourable gentlemen, as to " dejected me. No, no, worthy gentlemen, “abridge the natural course of life

10 These turdy-facy-nasty-paty-lousy-farlical rogues.] Volpone personates a mountebank, in order to get the sight and speech of Corvino's

wife: be accordingly makes an oration, in imitation of these quacks, under her window. Our poet has here put into his mouth a long compounded word, after the manner of Aristophanes, who has many of the like kind to banter the dithyrambic poets.-Mr. Upton.

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