Por. Enter PORTIA. Brutus, my lord! Bru. Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise you now? It is not for your health, thus to commit Your weak condition to the raw-cold morning. Por. Nor for yours neither. You have ungently, Bru tus, Stole from my bed: "And yesternight, at supper, Musing, and fighing, with your arms across: Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all. Of Of By all your vows of love, and that great Even from darkness. Bru. Kneel not, gentle P Por. I should not need, if you were ge Within the bond of marriage, tell me, B Is it excepted, I should know no secrets That appertain to you? Am I yourself, But, as it were, in fort, or limitation; To keep with you at meals, comfort your And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but Of your good pleasure? If it be no more Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife. Bru. You are my true and honourable Por. If this were true, then should I k Think you, I am no stronger than my sex, Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose them : Giving myself a voluntary wound Here, in the thigh: Can I bear that with patience, And not my husband's fecrets? Bru. O ye gods, [Knocking within. Render me worthy of this noble wife! Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in a while; And by and by thy bosom shall partake The fecrets of my heart. All my engagements I will construe to thee, All the charactery of my fad brows : Leave me with hafte. [Exit. PORTIA. Enter Lucius and LIGARIUS. Lucius, who's that, knocks? Luc. Here is a fick man, that would speak with you. Boy, stand aside.-Caius Ligarius! how? Lig. Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue. To wear a kerchief? 'Would you were not fick! Any exploit worthy the name of honour. Bru. Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius, Lig. By all the gods that Romans bow before, And TIA 11. us, And That Brutus leads me on. Follow me then. SCENE II. The same. A Room in Cæfar's Po Thunder and lightning. Enter CÆSAR, in Caf. Nor heaven, nor earth, have been Thrice hath Calphurnia in her fleep cried c Serv. My lord ? Enter a Servant; Caf. Go bid the priests do present sacrifi And bring me their opinions of success. Serv. I will, my lord. Enter CALPHURNIA. Cal. What mean you, Cæfar? Think you to walk forth? You shall not stir out of your house to-day. Caf. Cæfar shall forth: The things that threaten'd me, Ne'er look'd but on my back; when they shall fee The face of Cæfar, they are vanished. Cal. Cæfar, I never stood on ceremonies, Yet now they fright me. There is one within, And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead : Horses did neigh, and dying men did groan; And I do fear them. Caf. Cal. When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. Caf. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, Seeing |