JULIUS CAESAR. William Shakespeare

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How hard it is for women to keep counsel!—

       Art thou here yet?

       LUCIUS.

       Madam, what should I do?

       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.

       Hark, boy! what noise is that?

       LUCIUS.

       I hear none, madam.

       PORTIA.

       Pr’ythee, 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 Artemidorus.]

       PORTIA.

       Come hither, fellow:

       Which way hast thou been?

       ARTEMIDORUS.

       At mine own house, good lady.

       PORTIA.

       What is’t o’clock?

       ARTEMIDORUS.

       About the ninth hour, lady.

       PORTIA.

       Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?

       ARTEMIDORUS.

       Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand

       To see him pass on to the Capitol.

       PORTIA.

       Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?

       ARTEMIDORUS.

       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?

       ARTEMIDORUS.

       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:

       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.—[Aside.] Ah 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.

       [Exeunt.]

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      SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol; the Senate sitting.

       [A crowd of people in the street leading to the Capitol, among

       them Artemidorus and the Soothsayer. Flourish. Enter Caesar,

       Brutus, Cassius, Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna,

       Antony, Lepidus, Popilius, Publius, and others.]

       CAESAR.

       The Ides of March are come.

       SOOTHSAYER.

       Ay, Caesar; but not gone.

       ARTEMIDORUS.

       Hail, Caesar! read this schedule.

       DECIUS.

       Trebonius doth desire you to o’er-read,

       At your best leisure, this his humble suit.

       ARTEMIDORUS.

       O Caesar, read mine first; for mine’s a suit

       That touches Caesar nearer: read it, great Caesar.

       CAESAR.

       What touches us ourself shall be last served.

       ARTEMIDORUS.

       Delay not, Caesar; read it instantly.

       CAESAR.

       What, is the fellow mad?

       PUBLIUS.

       Sirrah, give place.

       CASSIUS.

       What, urge you your petitions in the street?

       Come to the Capitol.

       [Caesar enters the Capitol, the rest following. All the Senators rise.]

       POPILIUS.

       I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.

       CASSIUS.

       What enterprise, Popilius?

       POPILIUS.

       Fare you well.

       Advances to Caesar.

      

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