Por.
I pry'thee, boy, run to the senate-house;
Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone:
Why dost thou stay?

Luc.
To know my errand, Madam.

Por.
I would have had thee there, and here again,
Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there—
O constancy, be strong upon my side,
Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue;
I have a man's mind, but a woman's might:
Art thou here yet?

Luc.
Madam, what should I do!
Run to the capitol, and nothing else?
And so return to you, and nothing else?

Por.
Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
For he went sickly forth; and take good note,

What Cæsar doth, what suitors press to him.
Hark, boy! what noise is that?

Luc.
I hear none, Madam.

Por.
Pry'thee listen well:
I heard a bustling rumour like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the capitol.

Luc.
Sooth, Madam, I hear nothing. Enter Artemidorus.

Por.
Come hither, fellow, which way hast thou been?

Art.
At mine own house, good lady.

Por.
What is't o'clock?

Art.
About the ninth hour, lady

Por.
Is Cæsar yet gone to the capitol?

Art.
Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand,
To see him pass on to the capitol.

Por.
Thou hast some suit to Cæsar, hast thou not?

Art.
That I have, lady, if it will please Cæsar
To be so good to Cæsar as to hear me:
I shall beseech him to befriend himself

Por.
Why, know'st thou any harm intended tow'rds him?

Art.
None that I know will be, much that I fear.
Good-morrow to you. [Exit.

Por.
I must go in—aye me! how weak a thing
The heart of woman is! O Brutus! Brutus!
The heavens speed thee in thine enterprize!
Sure, the boy heard me;—Brutus hath a suit,
That Cæsar will not grant—O, I grow faint:
Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord;
Say, I am merry; come to me again,
And bring me word what he doth say to thee. [Exeunt severally.

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