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

Well, then, farewell.

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.

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 their city Corioli; they nothing doubt
prevailing ...

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

In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell you
excellent news of your husband.

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.

Fie, you confine yourself most unreasonably: come,
you must go visit the good lady that lies in.

Not out of doors!

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

Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child.

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 ...

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?

My ladies both, good day to you.