[_Enter_] VOLPONE.
_Volp._ To make a snare for mine own neck! and run
My head into it, wilfully! with laughter!
When I had newly scap’d, was free and clear,
Out of mere wantonness! O, the dull devil
Was in this brain of mine when I devis’d it, 5
And Mosca gave it second; he must now
Help to sear up this vein, or we bleed dead.
[_Enter_ NANO, ANDROGYNO, _and_ CASTRONE.]
How now! Who let you loose? Whither go you now?
What, to buy gingerbread, or to drown kitlings?
_Nan._ Sir, Master Mosca call’d us out of doors,
And bid us all go play, and took the keys. 11
_And._ Yes.
_Volp._ Did Master Mosca take the keys? Why, so?
I’m farther in. These are my fine conceits!
I must be merry, with a mischief to me! 14
What a vile wretch was I, that could not bear
My fortune soberly? I must ha’ my crochets,
And my conundrums! Well, go you, and seek him:
His meaning may be truer than my fear.
Bid him, he straight come to me to the court;
Thither will I, and, if’t be possible, 20
Unscrew my advocate, upon new hopes:
When I provok’d him, then I lost myself.
[_Exeunt._]