Volp. In troth, I did a little.

Mos. But confess, sir,
Were you not daunted?

Volp. In good faith, I was
A little in a mist, but not dejected;
Never, but still my self.

Mos. I think it, sir.
Now, so truth help me, I must needs say this, sir,
And out of conscience for your advocate,
He has taken pains, in faith, sir, and deserv’d,
In my poor judgment, I speak it under favour,
Not to contrary you, sir, very richly—
Well—to be cozen’d.

Volp. Troth, and I think so too,
By that I heard him, in the latter end.

Mos. O, but before, sir: had you heard him first
Draw it to certain heads, then aggravate,
Then use his vehement figures—I look’d still
When he would shift a shirt: and, doing this
Out of pure love, no hope of gain—

Volp. ’Tis right.
I cannot answer him, Mosca, as I would,
Not yet; but for thy sake, at thy entreaty,
I will begin, even now—to vex them all,
This very instant.

Mos. Good sir.

Volp. Call the dwarf
And eunuch forth.

Mos. Castrone, Nano!

Enter Castrone and Nano.

Nano. Here.

Volp. Shall we have a jig now?

Mos. What you please, sir.

Volp. Go,
Straight give out about the streets, you two,
That I am dead; do it with constancy,
Sadly, do you hear? impute it to the grief
Of this late slander.

[Exeunt Cast. and Nano.

Mos. What do you mean, sir?

Volp. O,
I shall have instantly my Vulture, Crow,
Raven, come flying hither, on the news,
To peck for carrion, my she-wolf, and all,
Greedy, and full of expectation—

Mos. And then to have it ravish’d from their mouths!

Volp. ’Tis true. I will have thee put on a gown,
And take upon thee, as thou wert mine heir:
Shew them a will: Open that chest, and reach
Forth one of those that has the blanks; I’ll straight
Put in thy name.

Mos. It will be rare, sir.

[Gives him a paper.

Volp. Ay,
When they ev’n gape, and find themselves deluded—

Mos. Yes.

Volp. And thou use them scurvily!
Dispatch, get on thy gown.