Portia! What mean you? Wherefore rise you now?Hyperbaton & Quaesitio
It is not for your health thus to commit
Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of Alliterationpainted pomp?
Lo! She is one of this confederacy.
Now I perceive, they have conjoin’d all three
To fashion this false sport,
At what hour tomorrow
Shall I attend your Lordship?
At any time ’fore noon.
Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
Romans, countrymen, and lovers,Exordium hear me for my cause,
Kneel not, gentle Portia.
I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.
And let us swear our resolution.
No, not an oath!
And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?
Poor man, I know he would not be a wolf,
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a ColossusSimile, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs,
Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?
What tributaries follow him to Rome,
To grace in captive bonds his chariot-wheels?
Signior Antonio, many a time and oftHendiadys
In the Rialto you have rated me
About my moneys and my usances.