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Stay not to answer me,
but get thee gone:
To know my errand, madam. Por. I would have had thee there, and here again, Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there.O constancy, be strong upon my side!
Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue!
How hard it is for women to keep counsel!
Madam, what should I do?
Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
And so return to you, and nothing else?
Por. Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look
For he went sickly forth: And take good note,
What Cæsar doth, what suitors press to him.
Hark, boy! what noise is that?
Luc. I hear none, madam.
Pr'ythee, listen well:
I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
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.
Por. Thou hast some suit to Cæsar, hast thou not? Sooth. That I have, lady: if it will please Cæsar To be so good to Cæsar, as to hear me,
I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
Por. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him?
Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance.
Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow:
Por. I must go in.-Ah me! how weak a thing
The heart of woman is! O Brutus!
The heavens speed thee in thine enterprize!
ACT III. SCENE I.
The Same. The Capitol; the Senate sitting.
A crowd of people in the street leading to the Capitol;
Cars. The ides of March are come.
Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read,
Art. O, Cæsar, read mine first; for mine's a suit That touches Cæsar nearer: Read it, great Cæsar. Cas. What touches us ourself, shall be last serv’d. Art. Delay not, Cæsar; read it instantly.
Caes. What, is the fellow mad?
Sirrah, give place.
Cas. What, urge you your petitions in the street?
Come to the Capitol.
Casar enters the Capitol, the rest following.
Pop. I wish, your enterprize to-day may thrive.
Pop. Fare you well.
[Advances to Cæsar.
Bru. What said Popilius Lena?
Cas. He wish'd, to-day our enterprize might thrive. I fear, our purpose is discovered.
Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæsar: Mark him.
Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,
For I will slay myself.
Cassius, be constant:
Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;
For, look, he smiles, and Cæsar doth not change.
He draws Mark Antony out of the way.
[Exeunt Antony and Trebonius. Cæsar and the Senators take their seats.
Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? Let him go,
And presently prefer his suit to Cæsar.
Bru. He is address'd 19: press near, and second
Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand. Cæs. Are we all ready? what is now amiss,
That Cæsar, and his senate, must redress?
Met. Most high, most mighty, and most puissant
Metellus Cimber throws before thy seat
An humble heart:
I must prevent thee, Cimber.
These couchings, and these lowly courtesies,
With that which melteth fools; I mean, sweet words,
If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn, for him,
Know, Cæsar doth not wrong; nor without cause
Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own,
To sound more sweetly in great Cæsar's ear,
For the repealing of my banish'd brother?
Bru. I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Cæsar;
Desiring thee, that Publius Cimber may
Have an immediate freedom of repeal.
Cas. What, Brutus!
Pardon, Cæsar; Cæsar, pardon:
As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall,
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.
The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,