VOLUMNIA.
She shall, she shall.
VIRGILIA.
Indeed, no, by your patience. I’ll not over the threshold till my lord return from the wars.
VALERIA.
Fie, you confine yourself most unreasonably. Come, you must go visit the good lady that lies in.
VIRGILIA.
I will wish her speedy strength and visit her with my prayers, but I cannot go thither.
VOLUMNIA.
Why, I pray you?
VIRGILIA.
’Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love.
VALERIA.
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.
VIRGILIA.
No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I will not forth.
VALERIA.
In truth, la, go with me, and I’ll tell you excellent news of your husband.
VIRGILIA.
O, good madam, there can be none yet.