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Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone:
To know my errand, madam.
Madam, what should I do?
Luc. I hear none, madam.
Pr'ythee, listen well:
Luc. Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
Enter Soothsayer. Por.
Come hither, fellow: Which
hast thou been? South.
At mine own house, good lady. Por. What is't o'clock? 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.
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
Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow:
Por. I must go in.--Ah me! how weak a thing
[Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I.
The Same. The Capitol; the Senate sitting.
among them ARTEMIDORUS, and the Soothsayer.
Dec. Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read,
Art. 0, Cæsar, read mine first; for mine's a suit That touches Cæsar nearer: Read it, great Cæsar.
Cæs. What touches us ourself, shall be last serv'd.
Sirrah, give place. Cas. What, urge you your petitions in the street? Come to the Capitol.
Cæsar enters the Capitol, the rest following.
All the Senators rise.
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.
Cas. Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, Cassius or Cæsar never shall turn back, For I will slay myself. Bru.
Cassius, be constant:
[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
him. Cin. Casca, you are the first that rears your hand.
Cæs. Are we all ready? what is now amiss,
I must prevent thee, Cimber.
These couchings, and these lowly courtesies,
thee like a cur out of my way.
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;
Cæs. What, Brutus!
Pardon, Cæsar; Cæsar, pardon:
Cæs. I could be well-mov’d, if I were as you;