Portia.[190] I must go in. Ay[191] me, how weak a thing
40The heart of woman is! O Brutus,
The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!
Sure, the boy heard me. Brutus hath a suit
That Cæsar will not grant.[192] O, I grow faint.
Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord;
45Say I am merry: come to me again,
And bring me word what he doth say to thee.
[Exeunt severally][193]