The Tragedy of Coriolanus

by William Shakespeare

VIRGILIA.
A crack, madam.

VALERIA.
Come, lay aside your stitchery. I must have you play the idle huswife with me this afternoon.

VIRGILIA.
No, good madam, I will not out of doors.

VALERIA.
Not out of doors?

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.