[_Enter_] MOSCA _in the habit of a clarissimo, and_ VOLPONE _in that of
a commandadore_.
_Volp._ Am I then like him?
_Mos._ O, sir, you are he;
No man can sever you.
_Volp._ Good.
_Mos._ But what am I?
_Volp._ ’Fore heaven, a brave clarissimo; thou becom’st it!
Pity thou wert not born one.
_Mos._ [_Aside._] If I hold
My made one, ’t will be well.
_Volp._ I ’ll go and see 5
What news first at the court. [_Exit._]
_Mos._ Do so. My Fox
Is out of his hole, and ere he shall re-enter,
I ’ll make him languish in his borrow’d case,[1729]
Except he come to composition with me.—
Androgyno, Castrone, Nano!
[_Enter_ ANDROGYNO, CASTRONE, _and_ NANO.]
_All._ Here. 10
_Mos._ Go, recreate yourselves abroad; go, sport.— [_Exeunt._]
So, now I have the keys, and am possest.
Since he will needs be dead afore his time,
I ’ll bury him, or gain by ’m: I’m his heir,
And so will keep me, till he share at least. 15
To cozen him of all, were but a cheat
Well plac’d; no man would construe it a sin:
Let his sport pay for ’t. This is call’d the Fox-trap. [_Exit._]