VOLPONE.
Mosca, take my keys,
Gold, plate and jewels, all's at thy devotion;
Employ them how thou wilt; nay, coin me too,
So thou, in this, but crown my longings, Mosca....
MOSCA.
Have you no kinswoman?...
... Think, think, think, think, think, think, think, sir.
One o' the doctors offer'd his daughter.
CORVINO.
How?
MOSCA.
Yes, signior Lupo, the physician.
CORVINO.