Mosca, Volpone's parasitic servant, runs into Bonario, Corbaccio's
Who's this? Bonario, old Corbaccio's son?
The person I was bound to seek.—Fair sir,
You are happily met.
That cannot be by thee.
Nay, pray thee know thy way, and leave me:
I would be loth to interchange discourse
With such a mate as thou art
Scorn not my poverty.
Not I, by heaven;
But thou shalt give me leave to hate thy baseness.
Ay; answer me, is not thy sloth
Sufficient argument? thy flattery?
Thy means of feeding?
Heaven be good to me!
These imputations are too common, sir,
And easily stuck on virtue when she's poor.
You are unequal to me, and however,
Your sentence may be righteous, yet you are not
That, ere you know me, thus proceed in censure:
St. Mark bear witness 'gainst you, 'tis inhuman.
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