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Corb. Dost thou mock me? Volp. You mock the world, sir; did you not change Wills? Corb. Out, harlot! Volp. O! belike you are the man, Corv. Avoid, you rascal! Volp. Troth, your wife has shewn Corb. Hence, varlet. Volp. You will not be acknown, sir; why, tis wise. Enter voltore Volt. Outstript thus, by a parasite! a slave, Volp. The court stays for your worship. Volt. What do you mean? Volp. I mean to be a suitor to your worship, Volt. Come, sir, leave your prating. Volp. Why, if your worship give me but your hand, Volt. What do I know? Volp. Marry, no end of your wealth, sir; God decrease it! Volt. Mistaking knave! what, mockst thou my misfortune? [Exit. Volp. His blessing on your heart, sir; would twere more! [Exit. Scene V.Another part of the Street. Enter Corbaccio and Corvino;Mosca passes over the Stage, before them. |
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