Is't possible? Yet I am better, ha!
How does he, with the swimming of his head?
MOSCA.
O, sir, 'tis past the scotomy; he now
Hath left his feeling, and has left to snort:
You hardly can perceive him, that he breathes.
CORBACCIO.
Excellent, excellent! Sure, I shall outlast him.
This makes me young again, a score of years.
(Ibid.)
CORVINO.
Am I his heir?
MOSCA.