Lady P. I hope you have not the malice to remember
A gentlewoman’s passion. If you stay
In Venice here, please you to use me, sir—

Mos. Will you go, madam?

Lady P. ’Pray you, sir, use me; in faith,
The more you see me, the more I shall conceive
You have forgot our quarrel.

Per. This is rare!
Sir Politick Would-be? no; sir Politick Bawd,
To bring me thus acquainted with his wife!
Well, wise sir Pol, since you have practised thus
Upon my freshman-ship, I’ll try your salt-head,
What proof it is against a counter-plot.

[Exit.

Scene II.—The Scrutineo, or Senate-House.

Enter Voltore, Corbaccio, Corvino, and Mos

Volt. Well, now you know the carriage of the business,
Your constancy is all that is required
Unto the safety of it.

Mos. Is the lie
Safely convey’d amongst us? is that sure?
Knows every man his burden?

Corv. Yes.

Mos. Then shrink not.

Corv. But knows the advocate the truth?

Mos. O, sir,
By no means; I devised a formal tale,
That salv’d your reputation. But be valiant, sir.

Corv. I fear no one but him, that this his pleading
Should make him stand for a co-heir—

Mos. Co-halter!
Hang him; we will but use his tongue, his noise,
As we do croakers here.

Corv. Ay, what shall he do?

Mos. When we have done, you mean?

Corv. Yes.

Mos. Why, we’ll think:
Sell him for mummia; he’s half dust already.
Do you not smile, [to Voltore.] to see this buffalo,
How he doth sport it with his head?—I should,
If all were well and past.
Are he that shall enjoy the crop of all,
And these not know for whom they toil.

[Aside.]—Sir, [to Corbaccio.] only you

Corb. Ay, peace.

Mos. [turning to Corvino.] But you shall eat it. Much!