Sooth. At mine own house, good lady.
Por. What is't o'clock?[3162]
Sooth. About the ninth hour, lady.
Por. Is Cæsar yet gone to the Capitol?
Sooth. Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand,
To see him pass on to the Capitol. 25
Por. Thou hast some suit to Cæsar, hast thou not?
Sooth. That I have, lady: if it will please Cæsar[3163]
To be so good to Cæsar as to hear me,
I shall beseech him to befriend himself.[3164]
Por. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him?[3165]30
Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance.[3166]
Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow:
The throng that follows Cæsar at the heels,
Of senators, of prætors, common suitors,
Will crowd a feeble man almost to death: 35
I'll get me to a place more void and there
Speak to great Cæsar as he comes along. [Exit.
Por. I must go in. Ay me, how weak a thing[3167]
The heart of woman is! O Brutus,[3168]
The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise! 40
Sure, the boy heard me. Brutus hath a suit
That Cæsar will not grant. O, I grow faint.
Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord;
Say I am merry: come to me again,
And bring me word what he doth say to thee.[3169] 45