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What beast is this! PER: It is a fish. 2 MER: Come out here! PER: Nay, you may strike him, sir, and tread upon him; He'll bear a cart. 1 MER: What, to run over him? PER: Yes, sir. 3 MER: Let's jump upon him. 2 MER: Can he not go? PER: He creeps, sir. 1 MER: Let's see him creep. PER: No, good sir, you will hurt him. 2 MER: Heart, I will see him creep, or prick his guts. 3 MER: Come out here! PER: Pray you, sir! [ASIDE TO SIR POLITICK.] --Creep a little. 1 MER: Forth. 2 MER: Yet farther. PER: Good sir!--Creep. 2 MER: We'll see his legs. [THEY PULL OFF THE SHELL AND DISCOVER HIM.] 3 MER: Ods so, he has garters! 1 MER: Ay, and gloves! 2 MER: Is this Your fearful tortoise? PER [DISCOVERING HIMSELF.]: Now, sir Pol, we are even; For your next project I shall be prepared: I am sorry for the funeral of your notes, sir. 1 MER: 'Twere a rare motion to be seen in Fleet-street. 2 MER: Ay, in the Term. 1 MER: Or Smithfield, in the fair. 3 MER: Methinks 'tis but a melancholy sight. PER: Farewell, most politic tortoise! [EXEUNT PER. AND MERCHANTS.] [RE-ENTER WAITING-WOMAN.] SIR P: Where's my lady? Knows she of this? WOM: I know not, sir. SIR P: Enquire.-- O, I shall be the fable of all feasts, The freight of the gazetti; ship-boy's tale; And, which is worst, even talk for ordinaries. WOM: My lady's come most melancholy home, And says, sir, she will straight to sea, for physic. SIR P: And I to shun this place and clime for ever; Creeping with house on back: and think it well, To shrink my poor head in my politic shell. [EXEUNT.] SCENE 5.3. A ROOM IN VOLPONE'S HOUSE. ENTER MOSCA IN THE HABIT OF A CLARISSIMO; AND VOLPONE IN THAT OF A COMMANDADORE. VOLP: Am I then like him? MOS: O, sir, you are he; No man can sever you. VOLP: Good. MOS: But what am I? VOLP: 'Fore heaven, a brave clarissimo, thou becom'st it! Pity thou wert not born one. MOS [ASIDE.]: If I hold My made one, 'twill be well. VOLP: I'll go and see What news first at the court. [EXIT.] MOS: Do so. My Fox Is out of his hole, and ere h
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