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  • Title: Julius Caesar (Modern)
  • Editor: John D. Cox
  • General textual editor: Eric Rasmussen
  • Coordinating editor: Michael Best
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-366-3

    Copyright John D. Cox. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: John D. Cox
    Peer Reviewed

    Julius Caesar (Modern)

    Enter Portia and Lucius.
    I prithee, boy, run to the Senate House.
    Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.
    Why dost thou stay?
    To know my errand, madam.
    I would have had thee there and here again
    1150Ere 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.
    How hard it is for women to keep counsel.
    1155Art thou here yet?
    Madam, what should I do?
    Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
    And so return to you, and nothing else?
    Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
    1160For he went sickly forth, and take good note
    What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.
    Hark, boy, what noise is that?
    I hear none, madam.
    Prithee, listen well:
    1165I heard a bustling rumor, like a fray,
    And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
    Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
    Enter the Soothsayer.
    Come hither, fellow. Which way hast thou been?
    At mine own house, good lady.
    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
    1175To 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
    To be so good to Caesar as to hear me:
    I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
    Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him?
    None that I know will be; much that I fear may chance.
    Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow.
    1185The throng that follows Caesar at the heels
    Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,
    Will crowd a feeble man almost to death.
    I'll get me to a place more void, and there
    Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.
    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
    1195That 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.