I pr’ythee, boy, run to the Senate-house;

Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.

Why dost thou stay?

To know my errand, madam.

I would have had thee there and here again,

Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.

[_Aside._] 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?

Madam, what should I do?

Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?

And so return to you, and nothing else?

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?

I hear none, madam.

Pr’ythee, listen well.

I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,

And the wind brings it from the Capitol.

Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.

Come hither, fellow:

Which way hast thou been?

At mine own house, good lady.

What is’t o’clock?

About the ninth hour, lady.

Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?

Madam, not yet. I go to take my stand,

To see him pass on to the Capitol.

Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?

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.

Why, know’st thou any harm’s intended towards him?

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.

I must go in.

[_Aside._] 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.