Vol. He had rather see the swords, and heare a Drum, then looke vpon his Schoolmaster
Val. A my word the Fathers Sonne: Ile sweare 'tis a very pretty boy. A my troth, I look'd vpon him a Wensday halfe an houre together: ha's such a confirm'd countenance. I saw him run after a gilded Butterfly, & when he caught it, he let it go againe, and after it againe, and ouer and ouer he comes, and vp againe: catcht it again: or whether his fall enrag'd him, or how 'twas, hee did so set his teeth, and teare it. Oh, I warrant how he mammockt it
Vol. One on's Fathers moods
Val. Indeed la, tis a Noble childe
Virg. A Cracke Madam
Val. Come, lay aside your stitchery, I must haue you play the idle Huswife with me this afternoone
Virg. No (good Madam) I will not out of doores
Val. Not out of doores? Volum. She shall, she shall
Virg. Indeed no, by your patience; Ile not ouer the threshold, till my Lord returne from the Warres
Val. Fye, you confine your selfe most vnreasonably: Come, you must go visit the good Lady that lies in
Virg. I will wish her speedy strength, and visite her with my prayers: but I cannot go thither
Volum. Why I pray you
Vlug. 'Tis not to saue labour, nor that I want loue
Val. You would be another Penelope: yet they say, all the yearne she spun in Vlisses absence, did but fill Athica full of Mothes. Come, I would your Cambrick were sensible as your finger, that you might leaue pricking it for pitie. Come you shall go with vs
Vir. No good Madam, pardon me, indeed I will not foorth
Val. In truth la go with me, and Ile tell you excellent newes of your Husband
Virg. Oh good Madam, there can be none yet
Val. Verily I do not iest with you: there came newes from him last night
Vir. Indeed Madam
Val. In earnest it's true; I heard a Senatour speake it. Thus it is: the Volcies haue an Army forth, against who[m] Cominius the Generall is gone, with one part of our Romane power. Your Lord, and Titus Lartius, are set down before their Citie Carioles, they nothing doubt preuailing, and to make it breefe Warres. This is true on mine Honor, and so I pray go with vs
Virg. Giue me excuse good Madame, I will obey you in euery thing heereafter
Vol. Let her alone Ladie, as she is now: She will but disease our better mirth
Valeria. In troth I thinke she would: Fare you well then. Come good sweet Ladie. Prythee Virgilia turne thy solemnesse out a doore, And go along with vs
Virgil. No At a word Madam; Indeed I must not, I wish you much mirth
Val. Well, then farewell.
Exeunt. Ladies.
Enter Martius, Titus Lartius, with Drumme and Colours, with Captaines and Souldiers, as before the City Corialus: to them a Messenger.
Martius. Yonder comes Newes: A Wager they haue met
Lar. My horse to yours, no
Mar. Tis done
Lart. Agreed
Mar. Say, ha's our Generall met the Enemy? Mess. They lye in view, but haue not spoke as yet
Lart. So, the good Horse is mine
Mart. Ile buy him of you
Lart. No, Ile nor sel, nor giue him: Lend you him I will For halfe a hundred yeares: Summon the Towne
Mar. How farre off lie these Armies? Mess. Within this mile and halfe
Mar. Then shall we heare their Larum, & they Ours. Now Mars, I prythee make vs quicke in worke, That we with smoaking swords may march from hence To helpe our fielded Friends. Come, blow thy blast.