izaro’s Reviews > Volpone; Or, The Fox > Status Update

El abogado ranteando sobre la condena de Corbaccio.
Corbaccio, más sordo que toña: Ha! What said he?

This is called the Fox Trap.

Ay que se ha disfrazado, memeo

Rare, Mosca! How his villainy
becomes him!

(Act 4 Scene 2)

If you will deign me neither of these graces,
Yet feed your wrath, sir, rather than your lust—
It is a vice comes nearer manliness—
And punish that unhappy crime of nature
Which you miscall my beauty.

If you doubt
My chastity, why, lock me up forever;
Make me the heir of darkness. Let me live
Where I may please your fears, if not your trust.

LADY WOULD-BE In face, in voice, and clothes, and is indeed
Our sex’s chiefest ornament.
VOLPONE The poet
As old in time as Plato, and as knowing,
Says that your highest female grace is silence.
LADY WOULD-BE Which o’ your poets? Petrarch? Or Tasso? Or Dante?
Guarini? Ariosto? Aretine?
Cieco di Hadria? I have read them all.

Ale, por listillo, Volpone.

I
will only tell you it is the powder that made Venus a goddess,
given her by Apollo, that kept her perpetually young,
cleared her wrinkles, firmed her gums, filled her skin, colored
her hair; from her derived to Helen, and at the sack of Troy unfortunately lost;

Ay qué divertido que es