⌜⌝ Enter Volumnia and Virgilia, mother and wife to Martius. They set them down on two low stools and sew. VOLUMNIA (FTLN 0370) [1] I pray you, daughter, sing, or express yourself (FTLN 0371) [2] in a more comfortable sort. If my son were my (FTLN 0372) [3] husband, I should freelier rejoice in that absence (FTLN 0373) [4] wherein he won honor than in the embracements (FTLN 0374) [5] of his bed where he would show most love. When (FTLN 0375) [6] yet he was but tender-bodied and the only son