Act 5 — Scene IX.[1737]

Volt. Well, flesh-fly, it is summer with you now; Your winter will come on. Mos. Good advocate, Prithee not rail, nor threaten out of place thus; Thou’lt make a solecism, as madam says. Get you a biggin[1738] more; your brain breaks loose. 5 [Exit.] Volt. Well sir. Volp. Would you ha’ me beat the insolent slave, Throw dirt upon his first good clothes? Volt. This same Is doubtless some familiar. Volp. Sir, the court, In troth, stays for you. I am mad, a mule That never read Justinian, should get up,10 And ride an advocate. Had you no quirk To avoid gullage, sir, by such a creature? I hope you do but jest; he has not done’t: This’s but confederacy to blind the rest. You are the heir? Volt. A strange, officious,15 Troublesome knave! thou dost torment me. Volp. I know—— It cannot be, sir, that you should be cozen’d; ’T is not within the wit of man to do it; You are so wise, so prudent; and ’t is fit19 That wealth and wisdom still should go together. [Exeunt.]