30I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
Portia. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him?
Soothsayer.[189] 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 Cæsar at the heels,
35Of senators, of prætors, common suitors,
Will crowd a feeble man almost to death:
I'll get me to a place more void, and there
Speak to great Cæsar as he comes along.
[Exit]