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The Tragedy of Coriolanus, I. iii

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.

Vol. Why, I pray you?

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

love.

Val. 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.

Vir. No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I

will not forth.

Val. In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell

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.

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

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.

Vir. Give me excuse, good madam; I will

obey you in everything hereafter.

Vol. Let her alone, lady: as she is now she

will but disease our better mirth.

 90 want: am lacking in

95 sensible: sensitive

114 Give excuse: pardon

117 disease: disturb

