Marshall

I grant I am a woman, but withal A woman that Lord Brutus took to wife. (305)  I grant I am a woman, but withal A woman well reputed, Cato's daughter. Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so father'd and so husbanded? Tell me your counsels, I will not disclose em. (310)  I have made strong proof of my constancy, Giving myself a voluntary wound Here in the thigh. Can I bear that with patience And not my husband's secrets? || Render me worthy of this noble wife! // Knock [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, (320) All the charactery of my sad brows. Leave me with haste. // Exit Portia. // // [Re-]enter Lucius and Ligarius.] // Lucius, who's that knocks? || Boy, stand aside. Caius Ligarius, how? (325) || To wear a kerchief! Would you were not sick! || Any exploit worthy the name of honor. (330) || Had you a healthful ear to hear of it. ||
 * ** PORTIA: ** If this were true, then should I know this secret.
 * ** BRUTUS: ** O ye gods, (315)
 * ** LUCIUS: ** Here is a sick man that would speak with you. ||
 * ** BRUTUS: ** Caius Ligarius, that Metellus spake of.
 * ** LIGARIUS: ** Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue. ||
 * ** BRUTUS: ** O, what a time have you chose out, brave Caius,
 * ** LIGARIUS: ** I am not sick, if Brutus have in hand
 * ** BRUTUS: ** Such an exploit have I in hand, Ligarius,