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ACT II SCENE IV Setting: Another part of the same street, before the house of BRUTUS.

Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS.

PORTIA	I prithee, boy, run to the senate–house;
	Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone:
	Why dost thou stay?
LUCIUS	To know my errand, madam.
PORTIA	I would have had thee there, and here again,
	Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.	5
	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.
	How hard it is for women to keep counsel!
	Art thou here yet?
LUCIUS	Madam, what should I do?	10
	Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
	And so return to you, and nothing else?
PORTIA	Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
	For he went sickly forth: and take good note
	What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.	15
	Hark, boy! what noise is that?
LUCIUS	I hear none, madam.
PORTIA	Prithee, listen well;
	I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
	And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
LUCIUS	Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
	Enter the Soothsayer.
PORTIA	Come hither, fellow: which way hast thou been?	20
Soothsayer	At mine own house, good lady.
PORTIA	What is't o'clock?
Soothsayer	About the ninth hour, lady.
PORTIA	Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?
Soothsayer	Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand,
	To see him pass on to the Capitol.	25
PORTIA	Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?
Soothsayer	That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar
	To be so good to Caesar as to hear me,
	I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
PORTIA	Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him?	30
Soothsayer	None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance.
	Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow:
	The throng that follows Caesar at the heels,
	Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,
	Will crowd a feeble man almost to death:	35
	I'll get me to a place more void, and there
	Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.
	Exit
PORTIA	I must go in. Ay me, how weak a thing
	The heart of woman is! O Brutus,
	The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!
	Sure, the boy heard me: Brutus hath a suit
	That Caesar 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.	45
	Exeunt severally.