Enter Valeria with an Usher and a Gentlewoman.
VALERIA.
My ladies both, good day to you.
VOLUMNIA.
Sweet madam.
VIRGILIA.
I am glad to see your Ladyship.
VALERIA.
How do you both? You are manifest housekeepers. What are you sewing here? A fine spot, in good faith. How does your little son?
VIRGILIA.
I thank your Ladyship; well, good madam.
VOLUMNIA.
He had rather see the swords and hear a drum than look upon his schoolmaster.
VALERIA.
O’ my word, the father’s son! I’ll swear ’tis a very pretty boy. O’ my troth, I looked upon him o’ Wednesday half an hour together. H’as such a confirmed countenance. I saw him run after a gilded butterfly, and when he caught it, he let it go again, and after it again, and over and over he comes, and up again, catched it again. Or whether his fall enraged him or how ’twas, he did so set his teeth and tear it. O, I warrant how he mammocked it!
VOLUMNIA.
One on’s father’s moods.
VALERIA.
Indeed, la, ’tis a noble child.