1145Por. I prythee Boy, run to the Senate-house,

1146Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.

1147Why doest thou stay?

1148Luc. To know my errand Madam.

1149Por. I would haue had thee there and heere agen

1150Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there:

1151O Constancie, be strong vpon my side,

1152Set a huge Mountaine 'tweene my Heart and Tongue:

1153I haue a mans minde, but a womans might:

1154How hard it is for women to keepe counsell.

1155Art thou heere yet?

1156Luc. Madam, what should I do?

1157Run to the Capitoll, and nothing else?

1158And so returne to you, and nothing else?

1159Por. Yes, bring me word Boy, if thy Lord look well,

1160For he went sickly forth: and take good note

1161What Caesar doth, what Sutors presse to him.

1162Hearke Boy, what noyse is that?

1163Luc. I heare none Madam.

1164Por. Prythee listen well:

1165I heard a bussling Rumor like a Fray,

1166And the winde brings it from the Capitoll.

1167Luc. Sooth Madam, I heare nothing.

1169Por. Come hither Fellow, which way hast thou bin?

1170Sooth. At mine owne house, good Lady.

1171Por. What is't a clocke?

1172Sooth. About the ninth houre Lady.

1173Por. Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitoll?

1174Sooth. Madam not yet, I go to take my stand,

1175To see him passe on to the Capitoll.

1176Por. Thou hast some suite to Caesar, hast thou not?

1177Sooth. That I haue Lady, if it will please Caesar

1178To be so good to Caesar, as to heare me:

1179I shall beseech him to befriend himselfe.

1180Por. Why know'st thou any harme's intended to-

1181wards him?

1182Sooth. None that I know will be,

1183Much that I feare may chance:

1184Good morrow to you: heere the street is narrow:

1185The throng that followes Caesar at the heeles,

1186Of Senators, of Praetors, common Sutors,

1187Will crowd a feeble man (almost) to death:

1188Ile get me to a place more voyd, and there

1189Speake to great Caesar as he comes along. Exit

1190Por. I must go in:

1191Aye me! How weake a thing

1192The heart of woman is? O Brutus,

1193The Heauens speede thee in thine enterprize.

1194Sure the Boy heard me: Brutus hath a suite

1195That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint:

1196Run Lucius, and commend me to my Lord,

1197Say I am merry; Come to me againe,

1198And bring me word what he doth say to thee. Exeunt