Oct.What would’st thou have me?
Knowing my sorrow thou should’st rather wonder,
And think it well that I speak sense at all.
Att. Let not such passion kill thy courage, lady;
The greatest die. There stands the tomb of Julius,
Whose mighty march was no less foully stayed
At noon of power: there is Augustus’ tomb,
Wherein so many lie ...
Oct.Why, what are they
To me? Is’t not my brother that is dead?