Portia.[181] I prithee, boy, run to the senate-house;
Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.
Why dost thou stay?
Lucius.
To know my errand, madam.
Portia. I would have had thee there, and here again,
5Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.
O constancy,[182] be strong upon my side!
Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue!