Page 2187 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

CASSIUS

The morning comes upon’s. We’ll leave you, Brutus.
And, friends, disperse yourselves − but all remember
What you have said, and show yourselves true Romans.

BRUTUS
Good gentlemen, look fresh and merrily. [225]

Let not our looks put on our purposes,
But bear it as our Roman actors do,
With untired spirits and formal constancy.
And so good morrow to you every one.

Exeunt all but Brutus.
Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter. [230]
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.
Thou hast no figures, nor no fantasies,

Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
Therefore thou sleep’st so sound.

Enter Portia.

PORTIA
Brutus, my lord.

BRUTUS
Portia! What mean you? Wherefore rise you now? [235]

It is not for your health thus to commit
Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.

PORTIA
Nor for yours neither. You’ve ungently, Brutus,
Stole from my bed; and yesternight at supper
You suddenly arose, and walked about, [240]

Musing, and sighing, with your arms across;
And when I asked you what the matter was,
You stared upon me with ungentle looks.
I urged you further; then you scratched your head,

And too impatiently stamped with your foot. [245]
Yet I insisted; yet you answered not,