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PORTIA I must go in. (aside) Ay me, how
weak a thing
The heart of woman is! O Brutus,
The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!
Sure, the boy heard me. (to
LUCIUS) Brutus hath a suit
45That Caesar will not grant.—Oh, 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.
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PORTIA I must go in.
(speaking quietly to herself) Oh, a
woman’s heart is so weak! Oh Brutus, may the gods aid you
in your endeavor! Surely, the boy heard me.
(to
LUCIUS) Brutus has a claim that
Caesar won’t grant. Oh, I feel faint. Run, Lucius, and
speak well of me to my lord. Say that I’m happy. Then
return to me and tell me what he says to you.
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Exeunt severally
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They exit in opposite directions.
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