October 8

AGENDA:

1. Act 2.2
2. Literary Circles

HW: Vocab on Friday; recitations on Tuesday October 15; Read Act 2.3 and Act 2.4 for class tomorrow

Enter ARTEMIDORUS [reading a paper].	paper (A letter that Artemidorus has written.)
	ARTEMIDORUS
	"Caesar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius;
	come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna, trust not
	Trebonius: mark well Metellus Cimber: Decius Brutus
	loves thee not: thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius.
2.3.5	There is but one mind in all these men, and it is
	bent against Caesar. If thou beest not immortal,
	look about you: security gives way to conspiracy.
	The mighty gods defend thee!
	Thy lover,
2.3.10	ARTEMIDORUS."
	Here will I stand till Caesar pass along,
	And as a suitor will I give him this.
	My heart laments that virtue cannot live
	Out of the teeth of emulation.
2.3.15	If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live;
	If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.
	Exit

Act 2.4

Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS
	PORTIA
	I prithee, boy, run to the Senate-house;
	Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone.
	Why dost thou stay?
	LUCIUS
	To know my errand, madam.
	PORTIA
	I would have had thee there, and here again,
2.4.5	Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.—
	O constancy, be strong upon my side,
	Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue!
	I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
	How hard it is for women to keep counsel!
2.4.10	Art thou here yet?
	LUCIUS
	Madam, what should I do?
	Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?
	And so return to you, and nothing else?
	PORTIA
	Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,
	For he went sickly forth: and take good note
2.4.15	What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.
	Hark, boy! what noise is that?
	LUCIUS
	I hear none, madam.
	PORTIA
	Prithee, listen well;
	I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,
	And the wind brings it from the Capitol.
	LUCIUS
2.4.20	Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.
	Enter the Soothsayer.
	PORTIA
	Come hither, fellow; which way hast thou been?
	Soothsayer
	At mine own house, good lady.
	PORTIA
	What is't o'clock?
	Soothsayer
	About the ninth hour, lady.
	PORTIA
	Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?
	Soothsayer
2.4.25	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?
	Soothsayer
	That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar
	To be so good to Caesar as to hear me,
2.4.30	I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
	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,
2.4.35	Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,
	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 [Soothsayer].
	PORTIA
	I must go in. Ay me, how weak a thing
2.4.40	The heart of woman is! O Brutus,
	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;
2.4.45	Say I am merry. Come to me again,
	And bring me word what he doth say to thee.
	Exeunt [severally].