The Shake-speare tragedy of Julius Cæsar . apitol? Soothsayer. Madam, not yet; I go to take mystand,To see him pass on to the Capitol. Portia. Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thounot? Soothsayer. That I have, lady; if it will pleaseCaesarTo be so good to Caesar as to hear me,I shall beseech him to befriend himself. Portia. Why, knowst thou any harm s intendedtowards him? Soothsayer. None that I know will be, much thatI 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 al
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The Shake-speare tragedy of Julius Cæsar . apitol? Soothsayer. Madam, not yet; I go to take mystand, To see him pass on to the Capitol. Portia. Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thounot? Soothsayer. That I have, lady; if it will pleaseCaesarTo be so good to Caesar as to hear me, I shall beseech him to befriend himself. Portia. Why, knowst thou any harm s intendedtowards him? Soothsayer. None that I know will be, much thatI 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:Ill get me to a place more void, and thereSpeak to great Caesar as he comes along. Portia. 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 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.. The Capitol; the Senate sitting. A crowd of People in the Street leading to the Capi-tol; among them ARTEMIDORUS and theSoothsayer. Flourish. Enter C^SAR, BRU-TUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, METEL-LUS, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPI-DUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and others. Ccesar. The ides of March are come. Soothsayer. Ay, Caesar; but not gone. Artemidorus. Hail, Caesar! Read this schedule. Decius. Trebonius doth desire you to oer-read, At your best leisure, * this his humble suit. *Cf. Bacon: Yf yow he at leasure.—Prom. No. 1375(1594). „ ^; ^. ^ If your lordship were at leisure. —Ham. V., Z. If your leisure served.—M. Ado. III., 2. Had you such leisure.—R. III., I., 2. Artemidorus. O, Caesar, read mine first; formines a suitThat touches Caesar nearer. Read it, great Caesar.Ccssar. What touches us ourself shall be last servd.Artemidorus. Delay not, Caesar; read it mstantly.CcBsar. What! is the fellow mad?Publius. Sirrah, give place. Cassius