VALERIA. O’ my word, the father’s son! I’ll swear ’tis a very pretty boy. O’ my troth, I looked upon him o’ Wednesday half an hour together. H’as such a confirmed 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, catched it again. Or whether his fall enraged him or how ’twas, he did so set his teeth and tear it. O, I warrant how he mammocked 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 Corioles. 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 Corioles Enter Martius, Titus Lartius, with drum and colours, with Captains and Soldiers, as before the city of Corioles. To them a Messenger. MARTIUS. Yonder comes news. A wager they have met. LARTIUS. My horse to yours, no. MARTIUS. ’Tis done. LARTIUS. Agreed. MARTIUS. [_To Messenger_.] 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.