I prithee, boy, run to the Senate House.

2.4.21146Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.

2.4.31147Why dost thou stay?

Why dost thou stay? To know my errand, madam.

I would have had thee there and here again

2.4.51150Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.

2.4.61151O constancy, be strong upon my side!

2.4.71152Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue.

2.4.81153I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.

2.4.91154How hard it is for women to keep counsel.

2.4.101155Art thou here yet?

Art thou here yet? Madam, what should I do?

2.4.111157Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?

2.4.121158And so return to you, and nothing else?

Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,

2.4.141160For he went sickly forth, and take good note

2.4.151161What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.

2.4.161162Hark, boy, what noise is that?

I hear none, madam.

I hear none, madam. Prithee, listen well:

2.4.181165I heard a bustling rumor, like a fray,

2.4.191166And the wind brings it from the Capitol.

Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.

Come hither, fellow. Which way hast thou been?

At mine own house, good lady.

What is't o'clock?

What is't o'clock? About the ninth hour, lady.

Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?

Madam, not yet. I go to take my stand

2.4.261175To see him pass on to the Capitol.

Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?

That I have, lady, if it will please Caesar

2.4.291178To be so good to Caesar as to hear me:

2.4.301179I shall beseech him to befriend himself.

Why, know'st thou any harm's intended 1181towards him?

None that I know will be; 1183much that I fear may chance.

2.4.331184Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow.

2.4.341185The throng that follows Caesar at the heels

2.4.351186Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,

2.4.361187Will crowd a feeble man almost to death.

2.4.371188I'll get me to a place more void, and there

2.4.381189Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.

I must go in. 1191Ay me! How weak a thing

2.4.401192The heart of woman is! O Brutus,

2.4.411193The Heavens speed thee in thine enterprise.

2.4.421194Sure the boy heard me. Brutus hath a suit

2.4.431195That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint!

2.4.441196Run Lucius, and commend me to my lord!

2.4.451197Say I am merry. Come to me again,

2.4.461198And bring me word what he doth say to thee.