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SOOTHSAYER

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. [30]

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

SOOTHSAYER

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, [35]
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.
Exit.

PORTIA
I must go in. Ay me, how weak a thing

The heart of woman is! O Brutus, [40]
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, [45]
And bring me word what he doth say to thee.
Exeunt severally.