The Tragedy of
Which seem'd too much enkindled, and withal
Hoping it was but an effect of ,
Which sometime hath his hour with every man.
It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep,252
And could it work so much upon your
As it hath much prevail'd on your ,
I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord,
Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.256
Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all.
Por. Brutus is wise, and were he not in health,
He would embrace the means to come by it.
Bru. Why, so I do. Good Portia, go to bed.260
Por. Is Brutus sick, and is it
To walk unbraced and suck up the humours
Of the dank morning? What! is Brutus sick,
And will he steal out of his wholesome bed264
To dare the vile contagion of the night,
And tempt the and air
To add unto his sickness? No, my Brutus;
You have some within your mind,268
Which, by the right and virtue of my place,
I ought to know of; and, upon my knees,
I you, by my once-commended beauty,
By all your vows of love, and that great vow272
Which did incorporate and make us one,
That you unfold to me, your self, your half,
Why you are heavy, and what men to-night
Have had resort to you; for here have been276
Some six or seven, who did hide their faces
Even from darkness.
Bru. Kneel not, gentle Portia.
250 humour; cf. n.
253, 254 (outward) shape, (inward) condition
261 physical: healthful
266 rheumy: causing rheumatic diseases
unpurged: unpurified by the sun
268 sick offence: unhealthy trouble
271 charm: conjure, entreat