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Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS
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PORTIA
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I prithee, boy, run to the Senate-house;
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Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.
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Why dost thou stay?
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LUCIUS
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To know my errand, madam.
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PORTIA
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I would have had thee there, and here again,
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2.4.5 |
Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.
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O constancy, be strong upon my side,
| constancy firmness of mind |
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Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue!
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I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
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How hard it is for women to keep counsel!
| keep counsel keep a secret (Portia is so worried |
2.4.10 |
Art thou here yet?
| about Brutus that she's afraid she will reveal |
| | the secret of his plot against Caesar.) |
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LUCIUS
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Madam, what should I do?
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Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
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And so return to you, and nothing else?
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PORTIA
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Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
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For he went sickly forth: and take good note
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2.4.15 |
What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.
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Hark, boy! what noise is that?
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LUCIUS
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I hear none, madam.
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PORTIA
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Prithee, listen well;
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I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
| bustling rumour confused clamor | fray brawl |
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And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
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LUCIUS
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2.4.20 |
Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
| Sooth truly |
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Enter the Soothsayer.
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PORTIA
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Come hither, fellow; which way hast thou been?
| which way hast thou been? where have you just |
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Soothsayer
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At mine own house, good lady.
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PORTIA
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What is't o'clock?
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Soothsayer
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About the ninth hour, lady.
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PORTIA
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Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?
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Soothsayer
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2.4.25 |
Madam, not yet; I go to take my stand,
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To see him pass on to the Capitol.
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PORTIA
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Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?
| suit to request of |
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Soothsayer
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That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar
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To be so good to Caesar as to hear me,
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2.4.30 |
I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
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PORTIA
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Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him?
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Soothsayer
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None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance.
| chance happen unexpectedly |
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Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow;
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The throng that follows Caesar at the heels,
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2.4.35 |
Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,
| praetors judges | common suitors i.e., the usual |
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Will crowd a feeble man almost to death:
| crowd of people asking favors |
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I'll get me to a place more void, and there
| more void less crowded |
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Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.
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Exit [Soothsayer].
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PORTIA
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I must go in. Ay me, how weak a thing
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2.4.40 |
The heart of woman is! O Brutus,
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The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!
| speed thee make you successful |
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Sure, the boy heard me: Brutus hath a suit
| Sure, the boy heard me (She's afraid that what she |
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That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint.
| just said will give Lucius a clue about Brutus' plot.) |
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Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord;
| commend me to deliver my greetings to |
2.4.45 |
Say I am merry. Come to me again,
| merry in good spirits |
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And bring me word what he doth say to thee.
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Exeunt [severally].
| severally in different directions |
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