Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Sudden, and full of wonder! If he were. Possessed, as it appears, all this is nothing. He has been, often, subject to these fits, Show him that writing, do you know it, sir? Deny it, sir, forswear it, know it not. Yes, I do know it well, it is my hand: But all, that it contains, is false. O practice! What maze is this! Is he not guilty, then, Whom you, there, name the parasite? Grave fathers, No more then, his good patron, old VOLPONE. Why, he is dead? O no, my honoured fathers. He lives— How! lives? Lives. This is subtler, yet! You said, he was dead? Never. You said so? I heard so. Here comes the gentleman make him way. A stool. A proper man! and were VOLPONE dead, A fit match for my daughter. Give him way. MOSCA, I was almost lost, the Advocate Had betrayed all; but, now, it is recovered: all's o' the hinge again— say, I am living. What busy knave is this! most reverend fathers, I sooner, had attended your grave pleasures, But that my order, for the funeral Of my dear patron did require me— (MOSCA!) Whom I intend to bury, like a gentleman. ay, quick, and cozen me of all. Still stranger! More intricate! And come about again! It is a match, my daughter is bestowed. (Will you gi'me half? First, I'll be hanged. I know, Your voice is good, cry not so loud) Demand The Advocate. Sir, did not you affirm, VOLPONE was alive? Yes, and he is; This gent'man told me so, (thou shalt have half.) Whose drunkard is this same? speak some, that know him: I never saw his face. (I cannot now Afford it you so cheap. No?) What say you? The officer told me. I did, grave fathers, And will maintain, he lives, with mine own life. And, that this creature told me. (I was borne, With all good stars my enemies.) Most grave fathers, If such an insolence, as this, must pass Upon me, I am silent: 'twas not this, For which you sent, I hope. Take him away. MOSCA.) Let him be whipped. Wilt thou betray me? cozen me?) And taught to bear himself Toward a person of his rank. Away. I humbly thank your fatherhoods. Soft, soft: whipped? And lose all that I have? if I confess, It cannot be much more. Sir, are you married? They'll be allied, anon; I must be resolute: The fox shall, here, uncase. Patron.) Nay, now, My ruins shall not come alone; your match I'll hinder sure: my substance shall not glue you, Nor screw you, into a family. Why, patron!) I am VOLPONE, and this is my knave; This, his own knave; this, avarice's fool; This, a Chimaera of wittal, fool, and knave; And, reverend fathers, since we all can hope Nought, but a sentence, let's not now despair it. You hear me brief. May it please your fatherhoods— silence. The knot is now undone, by miracle! Nothing can be more clear. Or can more prove These innocent.
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Sodaine, and full of wonder! If he were. Possest, as it appeares, all this is nothing. He has beene, often, subbiect to these fits, Shew him that writing, do you know it, sir? Deny it, sir, forsweare it, know it not. Yes, I doe know it well, it is my hand: But all, that it containes, is false. O practise! What maze is this! Is he not guilty, then, Whom you, there, name the parasite? Graue fathers, No more then, his good patron, old VOLPONE. Why, he is dead? O no, my honor'd fathers. He liues— How! liues? Liues. This is subtler, yet! You said, he was dead? Neuer. You said so? I heard so. Here comes the gentleman make him way. A stoole. A proper man! and were VOLPONE dead, A fit match for my daughter. Giue him way. MOSCA, I was a'most lost, the Aduocate Had betray'd all; but, now, it is recouer'd: Al's o' the hinge againe—say, I am liuing. What busie knaue is this! most reuerend fathers, I sooner, had attended your graue pleasures, But that my order, for the funerall Of my deare patron did require me— (MOSCA!) Whom I intend to bury, like a gentleman. I, quicke, and cosen me of all. Still stranger! More intricate! And come about againe! It is a match, my daughter is bestow'd. (Wil you gi'me halfe? First, I'le be hang'd. I know, Your voice is good, cry not so lowd') Demand The Aduocate. Sir, did not you affirme, VOLPONE was aliue? Yes, and he is; This gent'man told me so, (thou shalt haue halfe.) Whose drunkard is this same? speake some, that know him: I neuer saw his face. (I cannot now Affoord it you so cheape. No?) What say you? The officer told mee. I did, graue fathers, And will maintaine, he liues, with mine owne life. And, that this creature told me. (I was borne, With all good starres my enemies.) Most graue fathers, If such an insolence, as this, must passe Vpon me, I am silent: 'twas not this, For which you sent, I hope. Take him away. MOSCA.) Let him be whipt. Wilt thou betray me? Cosen me?) And taught to beare himselfe Toward a person of his ranke. Away. I humbly thank your father-hoods. Soft, soft: whipt? And loose all that I haue? if I confesse, It cannot be much more. Sir, are you married? They'll be ally'd, anon; I must be resolute: The FOXE shall, here, vncase. Patron.) Nay, now, My ruines shall not come alone; your match I'le hinder sure: my substance shall not glew you, Nor screw you, into a family. Why, patron!) I am VOLPONE, and this is my knaue; This, his owne knaue; this, auarices foole; This, a Chimaera of wittall, foole, and knaue; And, reuerend fathers, since we all can hope Nought, but a sentence, let's not now despaire it. You heare me briefe. May it please your father-hoods— silence. The knot is now vndone, by miracle! Nothing can be more cleare. Or can more proue These innocent.