Speeches (Lines) for Valeria
in "Coriolanus"

Total: 14

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# Act, Scene, Line
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1

I,3,413

My ladies both, good day to you.

2

I,3,416

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?

3

I,3,422

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!

4

I,3,433

Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child.

5

I,3,435

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

6

I,3,438

Not out of doors!

7

I,3,442

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

8

I,3,448

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.

9

I,3,454

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

10

I,3,457

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

11

I,3,460

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.

12

I,3,471

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.

13

I,3,476

Well, then, farewell.

14

II,1,1055

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

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