reasonably. Come; you must go visit the good
lady that lies in.
Vir. I will wish her speedy strength, and visit
her with my prayers; but I cannot go thither. 88
Vol. Why, I pray you?
Vir.'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want
love.
Val. You would be another Penelope; yet, 92
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. 96
Come, you shall go with us.
Vir. No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I
will not forth.
Val. In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell 100
you excellent news of your husband.
Vir. O, good madam, there can be none yet.
Val. Verily, I do not jest with you; there
came news from him last night. 104
Vir. Indeed, madam?
Val. 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 108
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 112
honour; and so, I pray, go with us.
Vir. Give me excuse, good madam; I will
obey you in everything hereafter.
Vol. Let her alone, lady: as she is now she 116
will but disease our better mirth.
90 want: am lacking in
95 sensible: sensitive
114 Give . . . excuse: pardon
117 disease: disturb
