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Than Hector's forehead when it spit forth blood
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At Grecian sword, contemning. Tell Valeria,
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We are fit to bid her welcome.
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VIRGILIA:
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Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius!
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VOLUMNIA:
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He'll beat Aufidius 'head below his knee
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And tread upon his neck.
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VALERIA:
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My ladies both, good day to you.
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VOLUMNIA:
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Sweet madam.
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VIRGILIA:
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I am glad to see your ladyship.
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VALERIA:
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How do you both? you are manifest house-keepers.
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What are you sewing here? A fine spot, in good
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faith. How does your little son?
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VIRGILIA:
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I thank your ladyship; well, good madam.
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VOLUMNIA:
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He had rather see the swords, and hear a drum, than
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look upon his school-master.
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VALERIA:
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O' my word, the father's son: I'll swear,'tis a
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very pretty boy. O' my troth, I looked upon him o'
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Wednesday half an hour together: has such a
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confirmed countenance. I saw him run after a gilded
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butterfly: and when he caught it, he let it go
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again; and after it again; and over and over he
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comes, and again; catched it again; or whether his
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fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so set his
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teeth and tear it; O, I warrant it, how he mammocked
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it!
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VOLUMNIA:
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One on 's father's moods.
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VALERIA:
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Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child.
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VIRGILIA:
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A crack, madam.
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VALERIA:
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Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have you play
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the idle husewife with me this afternoon.
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VIRGILIA:
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No, good madam; I will not out of doors.
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VALERIA:
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Not out of doors!
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VOLUMNIA:
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She shall, she shall.
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VIRGILIA:
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Indeed, no, by your patience; I'll not over the
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threshold till my lord return from the wars.
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VALERIA:
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Fie, you confine yourself most unreasonably: come,
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you must go visit the good lady that lies in.
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VIRGILIA:
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I will wish her speedy strength, and visit her with
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my prayers; but I cannot go thither.
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VOLUMNIA:
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Why, I pray you?
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VIRGILIA:
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'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love.
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VALERIA:
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You would be another Penelope: yet, they say, all
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the yarn she spun in Ulysses' absence did but fill
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Ithaca full of moths. Come; I would your cambric
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were sensible as your finger, that you might leave
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pricking it for pity. Come, you shall go with us.
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VIRGILIA:
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No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I will not forth.
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VALERIA:
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In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell you
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excellent news of your husband.
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VIRGILIA:
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O, good madam, there can be none yet.
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