SCENE III.A street near the Capitol.Enter Artemidorus,reading paper.
ARTEMIDORUS."Caesar,beware of Brutus;take heed of Cassius;come not near Casca;have an eye to Cinna;trust not Trebonius;mark well Metellus Cimber;Decius Brutus loves thee not;thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius.There is but one mind in all these men,and it is bent against Caesar.If thou beest not immortal,look about you.Security gives way to conspiracy.The mighty gods defend thee!Thy lover,Artemidorus."Here will I stand till Caesar pass along,And as a suitor will I give him this.My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation.If thou read this,O Caesar,thou mayest live;If not,the Fates with traitors do contrive.Exit.
SCENE IV.Another part of the same street,before the house of Brutus.
Enter Portia and Lucius.
PORTIA.I prithee,boy,run to the Senate House;Stay not to answer me,but get thee gone.Why dost thou stay?LUCIUS.To know my errand,madam.PORTIA.I would have had thee there,and here again,Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.O constancy,be strong upon my side!Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue!I have a man's mind,but a woman's might.How hard it is for women to keep counsel!Art thou here yet?LUCIUS.Madam,what should I do?Run to the Capitol,and nothing else?And so return to you,and nothing else?PORTIA.Yes,bring me word,boy,if thy lord look well,For he went sickly forth;and take good note What Caesar doth,what suitors press to him.Hark,boy,what noise is that?LUCIUS.I hear none,madam.PORTIA.Prithee,listen well.I heard a bustling rumor like a fray,And the wind brings it from the Capitol.LUCIUS.Sooth,madam,I hear nothing.
Enter the Soothsayer.
PORTIA.Come hither,fellow;Which way hast thou been?SOOTHSAYER.At mine own house,good lady.PORTIA.What is't o'clock?SOOTHSAYER.About the ninth hour,lady.PORTIA.Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?SOOTHSAYER.Madam,not yet.I go to take my stand To see him pass on to the Capitol.PORTIA.Thou hast some suit to Caesar,hast thou not?SOOTHSAYER.That I have,lady.If it will please Caesar To be so good to Caesar as to hear me,I shall beseech him to befriend himself.PORTIA.Why,know'st thou any harm's intended towards him?SOOTHSAYER.None that I know will be,much that I fear may chance.Good morrow to you.Here the street is narrow,The throng that follows Caesar at the heels,Of senators,of praetors,common suitors,Will crowd a feeble man almost to death.I'll get me to a place more void and there Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.Exit.PORTIA.I must go in.Ay me,how weak a thing The heart of woman is!O Brutus,The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!Sure,the boy heard me.Brutus hath a suit That Caesar 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.Exeunt severally.
