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VOLT: How now, my Mosca?
MOS [WRITING.]: "Turkey carpets, nine"-
VOLT: Taking an inventory! that is well.
MOS: "Two suits of bedding, tissue"-
VOLT: Where's the Will?
Let me read that the while.
[ENTER SERVANTS, WITH CORBACCIO IN A CHAIR.]
CORB: So, set me down: And get you home.
[EXEUNT SERVANTS.]
VOLT: Is he come now, to trouble us!
MOS: "Of cloth of gold, two more"-
CORB: Is it done, Mosca?
MOS: "Of several velvets, eight"-
VOLT: I like his care.
CORB: Dost thou not hear?
[ENTER CORVINO.]
CORB: Ha! is the hour come, Mosca?
VOLP [PEEPING OVER THE CURTAIN.]: Ay, now, they muster.
CORV: What does the advocate here, Or this Corbaccio?
CORB: What do these here?
[ENTER LADY POL. WOULD-BE.]
LADY P: Mosca!
Is his thread spun?
MOS: "Eight chests of linen"-
VOLP: O, My fine dame Would-be, too!
CORV: Mosca, the Will, That I may shew it these, and rid them hence.
MOS: "Six chests of diaper, four of damask."-There.
[GIVES THEM THE WILL CARELESSLY, OVER HIS SHOULDER.]
CORB: Is that the will?
MOS: "Down-beds, and bolsters"-
VOLP: Rare!
Be busy still. Now they begin to flutter: They never think of me. Look, see, see, see!
How their swift eyes run over the long deed, Unto the name, and to the legacies, What is bequeath'd them there-
MOS: "Ten suits of hangings"-
VOLP: Ay, in their garters, Mosca. Now their hopes Are at the gasp.
VOLT: Mosca the heir?
CORB: What's that?
VOLP: My advocate is dumb; look to my merchant, He has heard of some strange storm, a s.h.i.+p is lost, He faints; my lady will swoon. Old glazen eyes, He hath not reach'd his despair yet.
CORB [TAKES THE WILL.]: All these Are out of hope: I am sure, the man.
CORV: But, Mosca-
MOS: "Two cabinets."
CORV: Is this in earnest?
MOS: "One Of ebony"-
CORV: Or do you but delude me?
MOS: The other, mother of pearl-I am very busy.
Good faith, it is a fortune thrown upon me- "Item, one salt of agate"-not my seeking.
LADY P: Do you hear, sir?
MOS: "A perfum'd box"-'Pray you forbear, You see I'm troubled-"made of an onyx"-
LADY P: How!
MOS: To-morrow or next day, I shall be at leisure To talk with you all.
CORV: Is this my large hope's issue?
LADY P: Sir, I must have a fairer answer.
MOS: Madam!
