THE PASSAGE LEADING TO VOLPONE'S CHAMBER.
ENTER MOSCA AND BONARIO.
MOS: Sir, here conceal'd,
[SHEWS HIM A CLOSET.]
you may here all. But, pray you,
Have patience, sir;
[KNOCKING WITHIN.]
--the same's your father knocks:
I am compell'd to leave you.
[EXIT.]
BON: Do so.--Yet,
Cannot my thought imagine this a truth.
[GOES INTO THE CLOSET.]