Volp. I’ll go and see
What news first at the court.

[Aside.

[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,
Except he come to composition with me—.
Androgyno, Castrone, Nano!

Enter Androgyno, Castrone, and Nano.

All. Here.

[Exeunt.

Mos. Go, recreate yourselves abroad; go sport.—
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 him: I am his heir,
And so will keep me, till he share at least.
To cozen him of all, were but a cheat
Well placed; no man would construe it a sin:
Let his sport pay for’t. This is call’d the Fox-trap.

[Exit.

Scene IV.—A Street.

Enter Corbaccio and Corvino.

Corb. They say, the court is set.

Corv. We must maintain
Our first tale good, for both our reputations.

Corb. Why, mine’s no tale: my son would there have kill’d me.

Corv. That’s true, I had forgot:—mine is, I’m sure.
But for your Will, sir.

[Aside.

Corb. Ay, I’ll come upon him
For that hereafter, now his patron’s dead.

Enter Volpone.

Volp. Signior Corvino! and Corbaccio! sir,
Much joy unto you.

Corv. Of what?

Volp. The sudden good
Dropt down upon you—

Corb. Where?

Volp. And none knows how,
From old Volpone, sir.

Corb. Out, arrant knave!

Volp. Let not your too much wealth, sir, make you furious.

Corb. Away, thou varlet!

Volp. Why, sir?