'More horror, more hell, more wild, remorseless rage shall seize on thee'
'I shall grow violent'
'Rip up thy mouth unto thine ears, slit thy nose, like a raw rochet'
'Go to, show yourself obedient, and a wife.'
'I think you'd rather mount.'
'You were an actor with your handkerchief.'
'Wife. My Celia? Wife?'
'thou shalt have jewels, gowns, attires.'
'At old Volpone's, where it shall appear / how far I'm free of jealousy and fear.'
'I am unmasked, umspirited, undone' (Volpone)
'They are quacksalvers... The most lewd of impostors'
'Deludes; then weaves other gross plots.'
'My only aim was to dig you a fortune out of these two, old, rotten sepulchres.' (Mosca to Voltore)
Honour? There's no such thing in nature- a mere term invented to awe fools.'
'[rubbing her cheek] how it comes off.'
'Mine eyes are bad.'
'So much more full of danger is his vice, that can beguile so, under a shade of virtue.'
'This is called the fox trap.'
'To make a snare for mine own neck! And run my head into it wilfully.'
'Miraculous effects of this my oil.' (Volpone as Scoto of Mantua)
'Change a visor swifter than thought.'
'You shall have tricks else, passed upon you hourly.'
'The weeping of an heir should still be laughter under a visor.'
'Were they gulled in the belief that I was Scoto?'
'You do lie, sir'
'Sir, I would to heaven, I could as well give health to you as that plate.'
'Is the lie safely conveyed among us?'