420 2 415 Or by what accident return'd,) the mother, ' 420 That they must suffer such a share in ven VOLPONE; OR, THE FOX BY BEN JONSON Now, luck yet send us, and a little wit In all his poems still hath been this measure, To mix profit with your pleasure; And not as some, whose throats their envy failing, Cry hoarsely, "All he writes is railing: And when his plays come forth, think they can flout them, To this there needs no lie, but this his creature, And though he dares give them five lives to mend it, From his own hand, without a coadjutor, Novice, journeyman, or tutor. Yet thus much I can give you as a token Of his play's worth, no eggs are broken, Nor quaking custards with fierce teeth affrighted, Nor hales he in a gull, old ends reciting," With such a deal of monstrous and forc'd action, 1 Bedlam; the madhouse. 10 The teeming earth to see the long'd-for sun 16 That canst do nought, and yet mak'st men do all things; The price of souls; even hell, with thee to boot, 4 24 Is made worth heaven. Thou art virtue, fame, A greater good than wisdom is in nature. Volp. True, my beloved Mosca. Yet I glory More in the cunning purchase of my wealth, 31 Than in the glad possession, since I gain 1 Green vitriol, used in making ink. A room in Volpone's house. 3 Centre of the earth. 4 Gifford and others have noted that in this splendid speech Jonson is indebted to Pindar, Euripides, and Horace. No common way; I use no trade, no venture; To feed the shambles; have no mills for iron, a Mos. No, sir, nor devour Soft prodigals. You shall ha' some will swal low A melting heir as glibly as your Dutch Volp. Right, Mosca ; I do loathe it. With Romagnia, rich and Candian wines, This draws new clients daily to my house, 80 With hope that when I die (which they expect And look upon their kindness, and take more SCENE II.8 91 Besides ox and ass, camel, mule, goat, and brock,5 In all which it hath spoke, as in the cobbler's cock.6 24 But I come not here to discourse of that matter, His musics, his trigon,8 his golden thigh, And shifted thy coat in these days of reformation. 30 And. Like one the reform'd, a fool, as you And how! by that means Thou wert brought to allow of the eating of beans? And. Yes. Nan. But from the mule into whom didst And. Into a very strange beast, by some writers call'd an ass; [thou pass? By others a precise, pure, illuminate brother Of those devour flesh, and sometimes one another; And will drop you forth a libel, or a sanctifi'd lie, Betwixt every spoonful of a nativity-pie.10 46 Nan. Now quit thee, for heaven, of that profane nation. And gently report thy next transmigration. Now, prithee, sweet soul, in all thy variation, Which body wouldst thou choose to keep up thy station? And. Troth, this I am in: even here would No, 't is your fool wherewith I am so taken, The only one creature that I can call blessed; For all other forms I have prov'd most distressed. Nan. Spoke true, as thou wert in Pythagoras still. This learned opinion we celebrate will, 5 Badger. 60 |