But, as it were, in sort or limitation,
To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,
285And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs
Of your good pleasure?[121] If it be no more,
Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.
Brutus. You are my true and honourable wife,
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
290That visit my sad heart.[122]
Portia. If this were true, then should I know this secret.