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Drom. 0,-sixpence, that I had o' Wednesday last:
to pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper ;
the saddler had it, sir, I kept it not. Ant. I am not in a sportive humour now;
tell me and dally not, where is the money ?
so great a charge from thine own custody! Drom. I pray you, jest, sir, as you sit at dinner:
I from my mistress come to you in post;
for she will score your fault upon my pate. Ant. Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of
Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee?
and tell me, how thou hast disposed thy charge. Drom. My charge was but to fetch you from the mart
home to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinner;
my mistress and her sister stay for you. Ant. Now, as I am a Christian, answer me,
in what safe place you have bestowed my money;
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE-ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
as you love strokes, so jest with me again.
that thus so madly thou didst answer me? Drom. What answer, sir ? when spake I such a word ? Ant. Even now, even here, not half an hour since. Drom. I did not see you since you sent me hence
home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me. Ant. Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt ;
and told'st me of a mistress and a dinner ;
for which, I hope, thou felt'st I was displeased. Drom. I am glad to see you in this merry vein:
what means this jest? I pray you, master, tell me.
Ant. Yea, dost thou jeer and flout me in the teeth ?
Thinkest thou, I jest? Hold, take thou that and that
[beating him Drom. Hold, sir, for God's sake: now your jest is earnest:
upon what bargain do you give it me ?
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Ant. Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not :
in Ephesus I am but two years old,
want wit in all one word to understand. Luc. Fye, brother, how the world is changed with you:
When were you wont to use my sister thus ?
She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner. Ant. By Dromio ? Drom. By me? Adr. By thee : and this thou didst return from him,
that he did buffet thee and in his blows
denied my house for his, me for his wife. Ant. Did you converse, sir, with this gentlewoman ?
what is the course and drift of your compact ? Drom. I, sir ? I never saw her till this time. Ant. Villain, thou liest: for even her very words
didst thou deliver to me on the mart. Drom. I never spake to her in all my life. Ant. How can she thus then call us by our names,
unless it be by inspiration !
My liege, I am advised what I say ;
MOSCA, the knavish parasite of VOLPONE, a rich and childless Venetian nobleman, persuades VOLTORE, an advocate, that he is, named for the inheritance of his master, who feigns himself to be dying.
Volt. But am I sole heir ?
Mos. Without a partner, sir; confirmed this morning ;
the wax is warm yet, and the ink scarce dry
upon the parchment. Volt. Happy, happy, me !
by what good chance, sweet Mosca ? Mos. Your desert, sir;
I know no second cause. Volt. Thy modesty
is not to know it: well, we shall requite it. Mos. He ever liked your course, sir : that first took him.
I oft have heard him say, how he admired
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MOSCA-VOLPONE, after practising upon the avarice of an
old gentleman CORBACCIO
Volp. [leaping from his couch] 0, I shall burst!
let out my sides, let out my sides Mos. Contain
your flux of laughter, sir; you know this hope
is such a bait, it covers any hook. Volp. O, but thy working and thy placing it !
I cannot hold ; good rascal, let me kiss thee:
I never knew thee in so rare a humour. Mos. Alas, sir, I but do, as I am taught ;
follow your grave instructions ; give them words ; pour oil into their ears, and send them hence,
Volp. Tis true tis true. What a rare punishment
is avarice to itself!
so many fears attending on old age,
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WELL-BRED_CAPTAIN BOBADILL-E. KNOWELL
Wel. Captain Bobadill, why muse you so ? Know. He is melancholy too. Bob. 'Faith, sir, I was thinking of a most honourable piece of service, was performed to-morrow, being St Mark's to-day, shall be some ten years now. Know. . In what place, captain ? Bob. Why, at the beleaguering of Strigonium, where no less than two hours, seven hundred resolute gentlemen, as any were in Europe, lost their lives upon the breach. I'll tell you, gentlemen, it was the first but the best leaguer that ever I beheld with these eyes, except the taking in of-what do you call it ? last year-by the Genoways ; but that of all other was the most fatal and dangerous exploit that ever I was ranged in, since I first bore arms before the face of the enemy, as I am a gentleman and a soldier ! Know. Then you were a servitor at both, it seems; at Strigonium, and what do you call 't ?