Sooth.

Cæsar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius; come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna; trust not Trebonius; mark well Metellus Cimber; Decius loves thee not; thou hast wrong'd Caius Ligarius. There is but one mind in all these men, and it is bent against Cæsar. If thou be'st not immortal, look about thee!

If thou read this, O Cæsar, thou may'st live;
If not, the fates with traitors do contrive. [He retires a little.] Enter Lucius and Porcia.

Por.
I pr'ythee, 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!—
Art thou here yet?

Luc.
Madam, what should I do?
Run to the Capitol, 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.
Pr'ythee, listen well:
I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.

Luc.
Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.

Por. [Seeing the Soothsayer]
Come hither, fellow:
Which way hast thou been?

Sooth.
At mine own house, good lady.

Por.
Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol?

Sooth.
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?

Sooth.
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's intended tow'rds him?

Sooth.
None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance. [Exit Soothsayer.

Por.
I must go in.—Ah me, how weak a thing
The heart of woman is!—O, Brutus, Brutus,
The heaven speed thee in thine enterprise!—
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.

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