I prithee, boy, run to the senate-house;Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone:Why dost thou stay?
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?
To know my errand, madam.
Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,For he went sickly forth: and take good noteWhat Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.Hark, boy! what noise is that?
Madam, what should I do?Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?And so return to you, and nothing else?
I hear none, madam.
Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
Prithee, listen well;I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
Come hither, fellow: which way hast thou been?
Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?
What is't o'clock?
Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?
Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him?
At mine own house, good lady.
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.
About the ninth hour, lady.
Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand, To see him pass on to the Capitol.
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 thereSpeak to great Caesar as he comes along.
I must go in. Ay me, how weak a thingThe heart of woman is! O Brutus,The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!Sure, the boy heard me: Brutus hath a suitThat 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.