CASSIUS.
And come yourselves and bring Messala with you
Immediately to us.
[Exeunt Lucilius and Titinius.]
BRUTUS.
Lucius, a bowl of wine.
[Exit Lucius.]
CASSIUS.
I did not think you could have been so angry.
BRUTUS.
O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.
CASSIUS.
Of your philosophy you make no use,
If you give place to accidental evils.
BRUTUS.
No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.
CASSIUS.
Ha? Portia?
BRUTUS.
She is dead.