_Gent._ Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to visit you. _Vir._ Beseech you, give me leave to retire myself. 25 _Vol._ Indeed, you shall not.[2596] Methinks I hear hither your husband's drum;[2597] See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair;[2598] As children from a bear, the Volsces shunning him:[2599] Methinks I see him stamp thus, and call thus:[2600] 30 'Come on, you cowards! you were got in fear,[2601] Though you were born in Rome:' his bloody brow With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes, Like to a harvest-man that's task'd to mow[2602] Or all, or lose his hire.[2603] 35 _Vir._ His bloody brow! O Jupiter, no blood! _Vol._ Away, you fool! it more becomes a man Than gilt his trophy: the breasts of Hecuba,[2604] When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier Than Hector's forehead when it spit forth blood 40 At Grecian sword, contemning. Tell Valeria[2605] We are fit to bid her welcome. [_Exit Gent._[2606] _Vir._ Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius! _Vol._ He'll beat Aufidius' head below his knee,[2607] And tread upon his neck. 45 _Enter_ VALERIA, _with an_ Usher _and_ Gentlewoman.[2608] _Val._ My ladies both, good day to you.[2609] _Vol._ Sweet madam. _Vir._ I am glad to see your ladyship. _Val._ How do you both? you are manifest house-keepers. What are you sewing here? A fine spot, in good faith.[2610] 50 How does your little son? _Vir._ I thank your ladyship; well, good madam. _Vol._ He had rather see the swords and hear a drum[2611] than look upon his schoolmaster. _Val._ O' my word, the father's son: I'll swear, 'tis a very[2612] 55 pretty boy. O' my troth, I looked upon him o' Wednesday[2612][2613] half an hour together: has such a confirmed countenance.[2614] 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[2615] 60 fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so set his teeth, and tear it; O, I warrant, how he mammocked it! _Vol._ One on 's father's moods.[2616] _Val._ Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child. _Vir._ A crack, madam. 65 _Val._ Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have you play the idle huswife with me this afternoon. _Vir._ No, good madam; I will not out of doors.[2617] _Val._ Not out of doors! _Vol._ She shall, she shall. 70 _Vir._ Indeed, no, by your patience; I'll not over the threshold till my lord return from the wars. _Val._ Fie, you confine yourself most unreasonably:[2618] come, you must go visit the good lady that lies in.