PORTIA.
Pr'ythee, listen well:
I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
LUCIUS.
Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
[Enter Artemidorus.]
PORTIA.
Come hither, fellow:
Which way hast thou been?
ARTEMIDORUS.
At mine own house, good lady.
PORTIA.
What is't o'clock?
ARTEMIDORUS.
About the ninth hour, lady.
PORTIA.
Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?
ARTEMIDORUS.
Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand
To see him pass on to the Capitol.
PORTIA.
Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?
ARTEMIDORUS.
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.
