Mos. The plate is here, sir.

Volt. How fare you, sir?

Volp. I thank you, signior Voltore;
Where is the plate? mine eyes are bad.
Volt. [putting it into his hands.] I’m sorry,
To see you still thus weak.

Mos. That he’s not weaker.

[Aside.

Volp. You are too munificent.

Volt. No, sir; would to heaven,
I could as well give health to you, as that plate!

Volp. You give, sir, what you can: I thank you. Your love
Hath taste in this, and shall not be unanswer’d:
I pray you see me often.

Volt. Yes, I shall, sir.

Volp. Be not far from me.

Mos. Do you observe that, sir?

Volp. Hearken unto me still; it will concern you.

Mos. You are a happy man, sir; know your good.

Volp. I cannot now last long—

Mos. You are his heir, sir.

Volt. Am I?

Volp. I feel me going; Uh! uh! uh! uh!
I’m sailing to my port, Uh! uh! uh! uh!
And I am glad I am so near my haven.

Mos. Alas, kind gentleman! Well, we must all go—

Volt. But, Mosca—

Mos. Age will conquer.

Volt. ’Pray thee, hear me:
Am I inscribed his heir for certain?

Mos. Are you!
I do beseech you, sir, you will vouchsafe
To write me in your family. All my hopes
Depend upon your worship: I am lost,
Except the rising sun do shine on me.

Volt. It shall both shine, and warm thee, Mosca.

Mos. Sir,
I am a man, that hath not done your love
All the worst offices: here I wear your keys,
See all your coffers and your caskets lock’d,
Keep the poor inventory of your jewels,
Your plate and monies; am your steward, sir,
Husband your goods here.

Volt. But am I sole heir?