From “Julius Cæsar,” Act II. Sc. 1.
Enter PORTIA.
  PORTIA.—                Brutus, my lord!
  BRUTUS.—Portia, what mean you? Wherefore rise you now?
It is not for your health thus to commit
Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.
  PORTIA.—Nor for yours neither. You ’ve ungently, Brutus,
Stole from my bed; and yesternight, at supper,...