Part 3 (1/2)

VOLP: Mosca.

MOS: My patron!

VOLP: Bring him near, where is he?

I long to feel his hand.

MOS: The plate is here, sir.

VOLT: How fare you, sir?

VOLP: I thank you, signior Voltore; Where is the plate? mine eyes are bad.

VOLT [PUTTING IT INTO HIS HANDS.]: I'm sorry, To see you still thus weak.

MOS [ASIDE.]: That he's not weaker.

VOLP: You are too munificent.

VOLT: No sir; would to heaven, I could as well give health to you, as that plate!

VOLP: You give, sir, what you can: I thank you. Your love Hath taste in this, and shall not be unanswer'd: I pray you see me often.

VOLT: Yes, I shall sir.

VOLP: Be not far from me.

MOS: Do you observe that, sir?

VOLP: Hearken unto me still; it will concern you.

MOS: You are a happy man, sir; know your good.

VOLP: I cannot now last long-

MOS: You are his heir, sir.

VOLT: Am I?

VOLP: I feel me going; Uh! uh! uh! uh!

I'm sailing to my port, Uh! uh! uh! uh!

And I am glad I am so near my haven.

MOS: Alas, kind gentleman! Well, we must all go-

VOLT: But, Mosca-

MOS: Age will conquer.

VOLT: 'Pray thee hear me: Am I inscribed his heir for certain?

MOS: Are you!

I do beseech you, sir, you will vouchsafe To write me in your family. All my hopes Depend upon your wors.h.i.+p: I am lost, Except the rising sun do s.h.i.+ne on me.

VOLT: It shall both s.h.i.+ne, and warm thee, Mosca.