Act 5 — Scene VIII.[1734]

Corb. See, in our habit![1735] see the impudent varlet! Corv. That I could shoot mine eyes at him, like gun-stones!

Volp. But is this true, sir, of the parasite? Corb. Again, t’ afflict us! monster! Volp. In good faith, sir, I’m heartily griev’d, a beard of your grave length5 Should be so over-reach’d. I never brook’d That parasite’s hair; methought his nose should cozen:[1736] There still was somewhat in his look, did promise The bane of a clarissimo. Corb. Knave—— Volp. Methinks Yet you, that are so traded i’ the world,10 A witty merchant, the fine bird, Corvino, That have such moral emblems on your name, Should not have sung your shame, and dropt your cheese, To let the Fox laugh at your emptiness. Corv. Sirrah, you think the privilege of the place,15 And your red saucy cap, that seems to me Nail’d to your jolt-head with those two chequins, Can warrant your abuses; come you hither: You shall perceive, sir, I dare beat you; approach. Volp. No haste, sir, I do know your valour well,20 Since you durst publish what you are, sir. Corv. Tarry, I’d speak with you. Volp. Sir, sir, another time—— Corv. Nay, now. Volp. O lord, sir! I were a wise man, Would stand the fury of a distracted cuckold. Mosca walks by them. Corb. What, come again! Volp. Upon ’em, Mosca; save me.25 Corb. The air’s infected where he breathes. Corv. Let’s fly him. [Exeunt Corv. and Corb.] Volp. Excellent basilisk! turn upon the vulture.