Hark, boy! what noise is that?
Lucius. I hear none, madam.
Portia.
Prithee, listen well:
I heard a bustling[183] rumour,[184] like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
20Lucius. Sooth,[185] madam, I hear nothing.
Enter the Soothsayer[186][187]
Portia. Come hither, fellow: which way hast thou been?