If this were true, then should I know this secret. I grant I am a woman, but withal A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife. A woman well-reputed. Tell me your counsels. I will not disclose 'em. I have made strong proof of my constancy, Giving myself a voluntary wound Here in the thigh. Can I bear that with patience, And not my husband’s secrets?
You are my true and honorable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart. O ye gods, Render me worthy of this noble wife!
Act 2, Scene 2
Alas, my lord, Your wisdom is consumed in confidence. Do not go forth today. Call it my fear That keeps you in the house, and not your own. We’ll send Mark Antony to the senate house, And he shall say you are not well today. (kneels) Let me, upon my knee, prevail in this.
And you are come in very happy time To bear my greeting to the senators And tell them that I will not come today. “Cannot” is false, and that I dare not, falser. I will not come today. Tell them so, Decius.
Act 2,Scene 3
“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”
After the conspirators leave, Brutus's wife, Portia, pleads with him to share what is troubling. When he refuses, she shows him a wound she has inflicted upon her thigh to prove her love for him.
Act 2 Scene 4
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.
Caesar is unsure whether to go to the Capitol on the day the soothsayer warned him about, the ides of March.His superstitions are fed by his wife Calphurnia's dream that he will be murdered.
In the street waiting for Caesar to appear, Artemidorus reads a letter he plans to give to Caesar that will reveal tyhe plot against his life.
At home after Brutus has left for the Capitol, Portia is frantic with worry.Knowing the conspirators'plan, she anxiously awaits word of events at the Capitol.
Why, know’st thou any harm’s intended towards him?