Vol. One on's Fathers moods

Val. Indeed la, tis a Noble childe

Virg. A Cracke Madam

Val. Come, lay aside your stitchery, I must haue you
play the idle Huswife with me this afternoone

Virg. No (good Madam)
I will not out of doores

Val. Not out of doores?
Volum. She shall, she shall

Virg. Indeed no, by your patience; Ile not ouer the
threshold, till my Lord returne from the Warres

Val. Fye, you confine your selfe most vnreasonably:
Come, you must go visit the good Lady that lies in

Virg. I will wish her speedy strength, and visite her
with my prayers: but I cannot go thither

Volum. Why I pray you

Vlug. 'Tis not to saue labour, nor that I want loue

Val. You would be another Penelope: yet they say, all
the yearne she spun in Vlisses absence, did but fill Athica