Act 5 — Scene XI.[1742]

Volp. To make a snare for mine own neck! and run My head into it, wilfully! with laughter! When I had newly scap’d, was free and clear, Out of mere wantonness! O, the dull devil Was in this brain of mine when I devis’d it,5 And Mosca gave it second; he must now Help to sear up this vein, or we bleed dead. [Enter Nano, Androgyno, and Castrone.] How now! Who let you loose? Whither go you now? What, to buy gingerbread, or to drown kitlings? Nan. Sir, Master Mosca call’d us out of doors, And bid us all go play, and took the keys.11 And. Yes. Volp. Did Master Mosca take the keys? Why, so? I’m farther in. These are my fine conceits! I must be merry, with a mischief to me!14 What a vile wretch was I, that could not bear My fortune soberly? I must ha’ my crochets, And my conundrums! Well, go you, and seek him: His meaning may be truer than my fear. Bid him, he straight come to me to the court; Thither will I, and, if’t be possible,20 Unscrew my advocate, upon new hopes: When I provok’d him, then I lost myself. [Exeunt.]