Speeches (Lines) for Valeria in "The Tragedy of Coriolanus"

Volumnia. He'll beat Aufidius 'head below his knee
And tread upon his neck.

Valeria. My ladies both, good day to you.

Virgilia. I am glad to see your ladyship.

Valeria. How do you both? you are manifest house-keepers.
What are you sewing here? A fine spot, in good
faith. How does your little son?

Volumnia. He had rather see the swords, and hear a drum, than
look upon his school-master.

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: has 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 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 it, how he mammocked
it!

Volumnia. One on 's father's moods.

Valeria. Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child.

Virgilia. A crack, madam.

Valeria. Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have you play
the idle husewife with me this afternoon.

Virgilia. No, good madam; I will not out of doors.

Valeria. Not out of doors!

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. '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.

Valeria. Verily, I do not jest with you; there came news from
him last night.

Virgilia. Indeed, madam?

Valeria. 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 TITUS are set
down before their city Corioli; they nothing doubt
prevailing and to make it brief wars. This is true,
on mine honour; and so, I pray, go with us.

Volumnia. Let her alone, lady: as she is now, she will but
disease our better mirth.

Valeria. In troth, I think she would. Fare you well, then.
Come, good sweet lady. Prithee, Virgilia, turn thy
solemness out o' door. and go along with us.

Virgilia. No, at a word, madam; indeed, I must not. I wish
you much mirth.

Valeria. Well, then, farewell.

Volumnia. Good ladies, let's go. Yes, yes, yes; the senate
has letters from the general, wherein he gives my
son the whole name of the war: he hath in this
action outdone his former deeds doubly

Valeria. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him.