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