1 AVOC: Why is not he here?
MOS: Please your fatherhoods, Here is his advocate: himself"s so weak, So feeble-
4 AVOC: What are you?
BON: His parasite, His knave, his pandar-I beseech the court, He may be forced to come, that your grave eyes May bear strong witness of his strange impostures.
VOLT: Upon my faith and credit with your virtues, He is not able to endure the air.
2 AVOC: Bring him, however.
3 AVOC: We will see him.
4 AVOC: Fetch him.
VOLT: Your fatherhoods fit pleasures be obey"d; [EXEUNT OFFICERS.]
But sure, the sight will rather move your pities, Than indignation. May it please the court, In the mean time, he may be heard in me; I know this place most void of prejudice, And therefore crave it, since we have no reason To fear our truth should hurt our cause.
3 AVOC: Speak free.
VOLT: Then know, most honour"d fathers, I must now Discover to your strangely abused ears, The most prodigious and most frontless piece Of solid impudence, and treachery, That ever vicious nature yet brought forth To shame the state of Venice. This lewd woman, That wants no artificial looks or tears To help the vizor she has now put on, Hath long been known a close adulteress, To that lascivious youth there; not suspected, I say, but known, and taken in the act With him; and by this man, the easy husband, Pardon"d: whose timeless bounty makes him now Stand here, the most unhappy, innocent person, That ever man"s own goodness made accused.
For these not knowing how to owe a gift Of that dear grace, but with their shame; being placed So above all powers of their grat.i.tude, Began to hate the benefit; and, in place Of thanks, devise to extirpe the memory Of such an act: wherein I pray your fatherhoods To observe the malice, yea, the rage of creatures Discover"d in their evils; and what heart Such take, even from their crimes:-but that anon Will more appear.-This gentleman, the father, Hearing of this foul fact, with many others, Which daily struck at his too tender ears, And grieved in nothing more than that he could not Preserve himself a parent, (his son"s ills Growing to that strange flood,) at last decreed To disinherit him.
1 AVOC: These be strange turns!
2 AVOC: The young man"s fame was ever fair and honest.
VOLT: So much more full of danger is his vice, That can beguile so under shade of virtue.
But, as I said, my honour"d sires, his father Having this settled purpose, by what means To him betray"d, we know not, and this day Appointed for the deed; that parricide, I cannot style him better, by confederacy Preparing this his paramour to be there, Enter"d Volpone"s house, (who was the man, Your fatherhoods must understand, design"d For the inheritance,) there sought his father:- But with what purpose sought he him, my lords?
I tremble to p.r.o.nounce it, that a son Unto a father, and to such a father, Should have so foul, felonious intent!
It was to murder him: when being prevented By his more happy absence, what then did he?
Not check his wicked thoughts; no, now new deeds, (Mischief doth ever end where it begins) An act of horror, fathers! he dragg"d forth The aged gentleman that had there lain bed-rid Three years and more, out of his innocent couch, Naked upon the floor, there left him; wounded His servant in the face: and, with this strumpet The stale to his forged practice, who was glad To be so active,-(I shall here desire Your fatherhoods to note but my collections, As most remarkable,-) thought at once to stop His father"s ends; discredit his free choice In the old gentleman, redeem themselves, By laying infamy upon this man, To whom, with blushing, they should owe their lives.
1 AVOC: What proofs have you of this?
BON: Most honoured fathers, I humbly crave there be no credit given To this man"s mercenary tongue.
2 AVOC: Forbear.
BON: His soul moves in his fee.
3 AVOC: O, sir.
BON: This fellow, For six sols more, would plead against his Maker.
1 AVOC: You do forget yourself.
VOLT: Nay, nay, grave fathers, Let him have scope: can any man imagine That he will spare his accuser, that would not Have spared his parent?
1 AVOC: Well, produce your proofs.
CEL: I would I could forget I were a creature.
VOLT: Signior Corbaccio.
[CORBACCIO COMES FORWARD.]
1 AVOC: What is he?
VOLT: The father.
2 AVOC: Has he had an oath?
NOT: Yes.
CORB: What must I do now?
NOT: Your testimony"s craved.
CORB: Speak to the knave?
I"ll have my mouth first stopt with earth; my heart Abhors his knowledge: I disclaim in him.
1 AVOC: But for what cause?
CORB: The mere portent of nature!
He is an utter stranger to my loins.
BON: Have they made you to this?
CORB: I will not hear thee, Monster of men, swine, goat, wolf, parricide!
Speak not, thou viper.
BON: Sir, I will sit down, And rather wish my innocence should suffer, Then I resist the authority of a father.
VOLT: Signior Corvino!
[CORVINO COMES FORWARD.]
2 AVOC: This is strange.
1 AVOC: Who"s this?
NOT: The husband.
4 AVOC: Is he sworn?
NOT: He is.
3 AVOC: Speak, then.