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O ye gods,
Render me worthy of this noble wife!
Knocking heard.
Hark, hark! One knocks. Portia, go in awhile, [305]

And by and by thy bosom shall partake
The secrets of my heart.
All my engagements I will construe to thee,
All the charactery of my sad brows.

Leave me with haste.
Exit Portia.
Enter Lucius and Caius Ligarius.
Lucius, who’s that knocks? [310]

LUCIUS
Here is a sick man that would speak with you.

BRUTUS
Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.
Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius, how?

LIGARIUS
Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.

BRUTUS
O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius, [315]
To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick!

LIGARIUS

I am not sick if Brutus have in hand
Any exploit worthy the name of honour.

BRUTUS
Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,
Had you a healthful ear to hear of it. [320]

LIGARIUS
By all the gods that Romans bow before,