Julius Caesar: Act 2, Scene 4 Translation

A side-by-side translation of Act 2, Scene 4 of Julius Caesar from the original Shakespeare into modern English.

  Original Text

 Translated Text

  Source: Folger Shakespeare Library

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 5
Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.
Aside. 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!— 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, Brutus' wife, is a mess. She tells Lucius, the servant, to run to the Capitol, then yells at him for not leaving, even though she hasn't yet given him any instruction on what to do when he gets there.

PORTIA
Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well, 15
For he went sickly forth. And take good note
What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.
Hark, boy, what noise is that?

LUCIUS I hear none, madam.

PORTIA Prithee, listen well. 20
I heard a bustling rumor like a fray,
And the wind brings it from the Capitol.

LUCIUS Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.

Portia is worried, because Brutus didn't look so hot when he left the house that morning. She tells Lucius should look after her husband and see what Caesar is up to and whom he's surrounded by. Though she hasn't heard the murder plan directly from Brutus' mouth, it's clear she suspects something awful. She's barely got the instructions out when she starts with a fright, thinking she has heard a noise, though Lucius claims he's heard nothing.

Enter the Soothsayer.

PORTIA
Come hither, fellow. Which way hast thou been?

SOOTHSAYER At mine own house, good lady. 25

PORTIA What is ’t o’clock?

SOOTHSAYER About the ninth hour, lady.

PORTIA
Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?

SOOTHSAYER
Madam, not yet. I go to take my stand
To see him pass on to the Capitol. 30

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,
I shall beseech him to befriend himself.

A soothsayer (they pop up a lot in ancient Rome) arrives at Brutus' house to tell Portia that Caesar hasn't come to the Capitol yet. The soothsayer hopes to meet him on the way there, with an offer to befriend him.

PORTIA
Why, know’st thou any harm’s intended towards 35
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, 40
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.

He exits.

Portia worries about this and asks whether something is being plotted against Caesar—why does he need more friends? The soothsayer says he hasn't heard of anything, but he fears something will happen. Then he heads off in hopes of finding a place to speak with Caesar himself and not be crushed by the crowd.

PORTIA
I must go in. Aside. Ay me, how weak a thing 45
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
That Caesar will not grant. Aside. O, I grow 50
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.

They exit separately.

Portia grows even more faint. She asks that heaven speed Brutus in his "enterprise." Worrying that Lucius has overheard her, she covers herself with a paltry lie, pretending that the "enterprise" is some small request Brutus has made that Caesar won't grant. Oho! Looks like she does know something, but she's not saying what

Finally Portia tells Lucius to tell Brutus that she's "merry," and that she'd like Lucius to bring back news of Brutus. She clearly isn't merry, dear reader, and seems to suspect the worst.