Act 2 — [Scene VII.][1643]

Corv. Where are you, wife? My Celia! wife! [Enter Celia.] —What, blubb’ring? Come, dry those tears. I think thou thought’st me in earnest; Ha! by this light I talk’d so but to try thee: Methinks, the lightness of the occasion Should have confirm’d thee. Come, I am not jealous.5 Cel. No? Corv. Faith I am not, I, nor never was; It is a poor unprofitable humour. Do not I know, if women have a will, They’ll do ’gainst all the watches o’ the world, And that the fiercest spies are tam’d with gold? Tut, I am confident in thee, thou shalt see’t;11 And see I ’ll give thee cause too, to believe it. Come kiss me. Go, and make thee ready straight, In all thy best attire, thy choicest jewels, Put ’em all on, and, with ’em, thy best looks:15 We are invited to a solemn feast, At old Volpone’s, where it shall appear How far I am free from jealousy or fear. [Exeunt.]