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are fit to bid her welcome. Exit GENTLEWOMAN

        VIRGILIA. Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius!

        VOLUMNIA. He'll beat Aufidius' head below his knee

          And tread upon his neck.

      Re-enter GENTLEWOMAN, With VALERIA and an usher

        VALERIA. My ladies both, good day to you.

        VOLUMNIA. Sweet madam!

        VIRGILIA. I am glad to see your ladyship.

        VALERIA. How do you both? You are manifest housekeepers. What

      are

          you sewing here? A fine spot, in good faith. How does your

      little

          son?

        VIRGILIA. I thank your ladyship; well, good madam.

        VOLUMNIA. He had rather see the swords and hear a drum than

      look

          upon his schoolmaster.

        VALERIA. O' my word, the father's son! I'll swear 'tis a very

          pretty boy. O' my troth, I look'd upon him a Wednesday half

      an

          hour together; has such a confirm'd countenance! I saw him

      run

          after a gilded butterfly; and when he caught it he let it go

          again, and after it again, and over and over he comes, and up

          again, catch'd it again; or whether his fall enrag'd him, or

      how

          'twas, he did so set his teeth and tear it. O, I warrant, how

      he

          mammock'd it!

        VOLUMNIA. One on's father's moods.

        VALERIA. Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child.

        VIRGILIA. A crack, madam.

        VALERIA. Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have you play

      the

          idle huswife with me this afternoon.

        VIRGILIA. No, good madam; I will not out of doors.

        VALERIA. Not out of doors!

        VOLUMNIA. She shall, she shall.

        VIRGILIA. Indeed, no, by your patience; I'll not over the

      threshold

          till my lord return from the wars.

        VALERIA. Fie, you confine yourself most unreasonably; come, you

          must go visit the good lady that lies in.

        VIRGILIA. I will wish her speedy strength, and visit her with

      my

          prayers; but I cannot go thither.

        VOLUMNIA. Why, I pray you?

        VIRGILIA. 'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love.

        VALERIA. You would be another Penelope; yet they say all the

      yarn

          she spun in Ulysses' absence did but fill Ithaca full of

      moths.

          Come, I would your cambric were sensible as your finger, that

      you

          might leave pricking it for pity. Come, you shall go with us.

        VIRGILIA. No, good madam, pardon me; indeed I will not forth.

        VALERIA. In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell you excellent

      news

          of your husband.

        VIRGILIA. O, good madam, there can be none yet.

        VALERIA. Verily, I do not jest with you; there came news from

      him

          last night.

        VIRGILIA. Indeed, madam?

        VALERIA. In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator speak it.

      Thus it

          is: the Volsces have an army forth; against whom Cominius the

          general is gone, with one part of our Roman power. Your lord

      and

          Titus Lartius are set down before their city Corioli; they

          nothing doubt prevailing and to make it brief wars. This is

      true,

          on mine honour; and so, I pray, go with us.

        VIRGILIA. Give me excuse, good madam; I will obey you in

      everything

          hereafter.

        VOLUMNIA. Let her alone, lady; as she is now, she will but

      disease

          our better mirth.

        VALERIA. In troth, I think she would. Fare you well, then.

      Come,

          good sweet lady. Prithee, Virgilia, turn thy solemness out o'

          door and go along with us.

        VIRGILIA. No, at a word, madam; indeed I must not. I wish you

      much

          mirth.

        VALERIA. Well then, farewell. Exeunt

      SCENE IV. Before Corioli

      Enter MARCIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, with drum and colours, with CAPTAINS and soldiers. To them a MESSENGER

        MARCIUS. Yonder comes news; a wager- they have met.

        LARTIUS. My horse to yours- no.

        MARCIUS. 'Tis done.

        LARTIUS. Agreed.

        MARCIUS. Say, has our general met the enemy?

        MESSENGER. They lie in view, but have not spoke as yet.

        LARTIUS. So, the good horse is mine.

        MARCIUS. I'll buy him of you.

        LARTIUS. No, I'll nor sell nor give him; lend you him I will

          For half a hundred years. Summon the town.

        MARCIUS. How far off lie these armies?

        MESSENGER. Within this mile and half.

        MARCIUS. Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours.

          Now, Mars, I prithee, make us quick in work,

          That we with smoking swords may march from hence

          To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy blast.

They sound a parley. Enter two SENATORS with others, on the walls of Corioli

          Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls?

        FIRST SENATOR. No, nor a man that fears you less than he:

          That's lesser than a little. [Drum afar off] Hark, our

      drums

          Are bringing forth our youth. We'll break our walls

          Rather than they shall pound us up; our gates,

          Which yet seem shut, we have but pinn'd with rushes;

          They'll open of themselves. [Alarum