O ye gods, Render me worthy of this noble wife! Knocking within. Hark, hark! one knocks: Portia, go in awhile; 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 . Lucius, who’s that knocks?

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

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

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