SIR P: What should these things portend?
PER: The very day (Let me be sure) that I put forth from London, There was a whale discover"d in the river, As high as Woolwich, that had waited there, Few know how many months, for the subversion Of the Stode fleet.
SIR P: Is"t possible? believe it, "Twas either sent from Spain, or the archdukes: Spinola"s whale, upon my life, my credit!
Will they not leave these projects? Worthy sir, Some other news.
PER: Faith, Stone the fool is dead; And they do lack a tavern fool extremely.
SIR P: Is Ma.s.s Stone dead?
PER: He"s dead sir; why, I hope You thought him not immortal?
[ASIDE.]
-O, this knight, Were he well known, would be a precious thing To fit our English stage: he that should write But such a fellow, should be thought to feign Extremely, if not maliciously.
SIR P: Stone dead!
PER: Dead.-Lord! how deeply sir, you apprehend it?
He was no kinsman to you?
SIR P: That I know of.
Well! that same fellow was an unknown fool.
PER: And yet you knew him, it seems?
SIR P: I did so. Sir, I knew him one of the most dangerous heads Living within the state, and so I held him.
PER: Indeed, sir?
SIR P: While he lived, in action.
He has received weekly intelligence, Upon my knowledge, out of the Low Countries, For all parts of the world, in cabbages; And those dispensed again to amba.s.sadors, In oranges, musk-melons, apric.o.c.ks, Lemons, pome-citrons, and such-like: sometimes In Colchester oysters, and your Selsey c.o.c.kles.
PER: You make me wonder.
SIR P: Sir, upon my knowledge.
Nay, I"ve observed him, at your public ordinary, Take his advertis.e.m.e.nt from a traveller A conceal"d statesman, in a trencher of meat; And instantly, before the meal was done, Convey an answer in a tooth-pick.
PER: Strange!
How could this be, sir?
SIR P: Why, the meat was cut So like his character, and so laid, as he Must easily read the cipher.
PER: I have heard, He could not read, sir.
SIR P: So "twas given out, In policy, by those that did employ him: But he could read, and had your languages, And to"t, as sound a noddle-
PER: I have heard, sir, That your baboons were spies, and that they were A kind of subtle nation near to China:
SIR P: Ay, ay, your Mamuluchi. Faith, they had Their hand in a French plot or two; but they Were so extremely given to women, as They made discovery of all: yet I Had my advices here, on Wednesday last.
From one of their own coat, they were return"d, Made their relations, as the fashion is, And now stand fair for fresh employment.
PER: "Heart!
[ASIDE.]
This sir Pol will be ignorant of nothing.
-It seems, sir, you know all?
SIR P: Not all sir, but I have some general notions. I do love To note and to observe: though I live out, Free from the active torrent, yet I"d mark The currents and the pa.s.sages of things, For mine own private use; and know the ebbs, And flows of state.
PER: Believe it, sir, I hold Myself in no small tie unto my fortunes, For casting me thus luckily upon you, Whose knowledge, if your bounty equal it, May do me great a.s.sistance, in instruction For my behaviour, and my bearing, which Is yet so rude and raw.
SIR P: Why, came you forth Empty of rules, for travel?
PER: Faith, I had Some common ones, from out that vulgar grammar, Which he that cried Italian to me, taught me.
SIR P: Why this it is, that spoils all our brave bloods, Trusting our hopeful gentry unto pedants, Fellows of outside, and mere bark. You seem To be a gentleman, of ingenuous race:- I not profess it, but my fate hath been To be, where I have been consulted with, In this high kind, touching some great men"s sons, Persons of blood, and honour.-
[ENTER MOSCA AND NANO DISGUISED, FOLLOWED BY PERSONS WITH MATERIALS FOR ERECTING A STAGE.]
PER: Who be these, sir?
MOS: Under that window, there "t must be. The same.
SIR P: Fellows, to mount a bank. Did your instructor In the dear tongues, never discourse to you Of the Italian mountebanks?
PER: Yes, sir.
SIR P: Why, Here shall you see one.
PER: They are quacksalvers; Fellows, that live by venting oils and drugs.
SIR P: Was that the character he gave you of them?
PER: As I remember.
SIR P: Pity his ignorance.
They are the only knowing men of Europe!
Great general scholars, excellent physicians, Most admired statesmen, profest favourites, And cabinet counsellors to the greatest princes; The only languaged men of all the world!
PER: And, I have heard, they are most lewd impostors; Made all of terms and shreds; no less beliers Of great men"s favours, than their own vile med"cines; Which they will utter upon monstrous oaths: Selling that drug for two-pence, ere they part, Which they have valued at twelve crowns before.
SIR P: Sir, calumnies are answer"d best with silence.
Yourself shall judge.-Who is it mounts, my friends?
MOS: Scoto of Mantua, sir.
SIR P: Is"t he? Nay, then I"ll proudly promise, sir, you shall behold Another man than has been phant"sied to you.
I wonder yet, that he should mount his bank, Here in this nook, that has been wont t"appear In face of the Piazza!-Here, he comes.
[ENTER VOLPONE, DISGUISED AS A MOUNTEBANK DOCTOR, AND FOLLOWED BY A CROWD OF PEOPLE.]