Vir. I will wish her speedy strength, and visit her with 75
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[2619] 80
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. 85
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. 90
Vir. Indeed, madam?[2620]
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 95
their city Corioli; they nothing doubt prevailing, and to[2621]
make it brief wars. This is true, on mine honour; and so,[2622]
I pray, go with us.