Por.
I prithee, 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 shouldst 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 ^note.
How hard it is for women to keep counsel! ^note
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 ^note, 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.
Prithee, listen well:
I heard ^note a bustling ^note rumour like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.

Luc.
Sooth, madam, I hear nothing. Enter the Soothsayer. ^note

Por.
Come hither, fellow:
Which way hast thou been? ^note

Sooth. ^note
At mine own house, good lady.

Por.
What is't o' ^noteclock?

Sooth.
About the ninth hour, 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, ^note
I shall beseech him to befriend ^note himself.

Por.
Why, know'st thou any harm's ^note intended towards him? ^note

Sooth.
None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance ^{note note}.
Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow:
The throng that follows Cæsar at the heels,
Of senators, of prætors, common suitors,
Will crowd a feeble man almost to death:
I'll get me to a place more void and there
Speak to great Cæsar as he comes along. [Exit.

Por.
I must go in. Ay ^note me, how weak a thing ^note
The heart of woman is! O Brutus, ^note
The heavens 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 severally. ^note

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