Of the two women, Portia is much the better known; and, though she may not really have been superior to the wife of Cæsar, she may justly be taken as the best representative of the noblest type of Roman matron of that period. In her we see the effect of stoical training on the character of a normal woman. There have been many women of greater firmness of mind, more self-control, more power to witness and take part in fearsome deeds without a tremor of the lips, or a blanching of the countenance. These are abnormal women, in whose character nature had mingled an undue amount of the masculine element. But in Portia we have no Lady Macbeth; she did not and could not have instigated her husband to bloody deeds. Her character was of itself gentle and most womanly; her conduct was the result of education. She herself admitted that, if she were stronger than her sex, it was the result of being "so fathered and so husbanded." Her philosophy taught her to strive for stoical firmness, but she ever found in herself nothing but a woman's strength. This is seen in the historian's account, and is wonderfully brought out by Shakespeare in the scene in which he portrays her almost dying for news from the Capitol. "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, Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.-- 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!-- 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.--Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well, For he went sickly forth: and take good note What Cæsar doth, what suitors press to him. Hark, boy! what noise is that? LUCIUS.--I hear none, madam. PORTIA.--Prithee, listen well; I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray, And the wind brings it from the Capitol. Then, after the conversation with the soothsayer: "I must go in.--Ay me, how weak a thing The heart of woman is! O Brutus, The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!-- Sure, the boy heard me.--Brutus hath a suit, That Cæsar will not grant--O, I grow 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."