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VOL PO NE;
As altered from BEN JONSON,
AND PERFORMED AT THE
Theatre Royal in Covent-Garden.
Regulated from the Prompt-Book,
By PERMISSION of the MANAGERS,
Simul & jucunda, idonea dicere vitæ.
Printed for JouN BELL, near Exeter-Exchange, in the Strand.
ARGUM EN T.
Volpone, childless, rich, feigns fick, defpairs,
NOW luck yet fend us, and a little wit
And not as fome (whofe throats their envy failing)
And when his plays come forth; think they can flout them
To these there needs no lie, but this his creature,
Novice, journeymen, or tutor.
With fach a deal of monftrous and forc'd action,
Nor made be his play for jefts ftol'n from each table,
And fo prefents quick comedy refined,
The laws of time, place, perfons, he obferveth,
From no needful rule he fwerveth:
All gall and copp'ras from his ink he draineth,
Wherewith he'll rub your cheeks, till (red with laughter)
DRAMATIS PERSON Æ.
Volpone, a magnifico,
Notario, the regiffer,
Lady Would-be, the knight's wife,
Mr. Owenfon. Mr. Wroughton.'
VOLPO N E.
The lines marked with inverted commas, thus,' are omitted in the
Enter Volpone and Mofca.
OOD morning to the day; and next my gold; Open the fhrine, that I may fee my faint.' Hail the world's foul and mine!
More glad than is
The teeming earth to fee the long'd-for fun Peep through the herns of the coeleftial Ram, Am I, to view thy fplendor, dark'ning his,' That lying here, amongst my other hoards, Shew't like a flame by night, or like the day Struck out of chaos, when all darkness fled Unto the centre. Oh, thou fon of Sol,
(But brighter than thy father) let me kifs,
Thou being the best of things; and far tranfcending
Riches the dumb god, that giv't all men tongues,