VOLPONE.
And quite divert the torrent
Upon the innocent....
MOSCA.
You are not taken with it enough, methinks.
VOLPONE.
O, more than if I had enjoy'd the wench!
(Acte IV, sc. ii; acte V, sc. i.)
Why would you stay here? With what thought, what promise?
Hear you; do you not know, I know you an ass,
And that you would most fain have been a wittol,
If fortune would have let you? That you are
A declared cuckold, on good terms? This pearl,
You'll say, was yours? Right. This diamond?
I'll not deny't, but thank you. Much here else?
It may be so. Why, think that all these good works
May help to hide your bad....
CORBACCIO.