CASSIUS.
How ’scap’d I killing, when I cross’d you so?
O insupportable and touching loss!
Upon what sickness?
BRUTUS.
Impatient of my absence,
And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony
Have made themselves so strong; for with her death
That tidings came. With this she fell distract,
And, her attendants absent, swallow’d fire.
CASSIUS.
And died so?
BRUTUS.
Even so.
CASSIUS.
O ye immortal gods!
Enter Lucius, with wine and a taper.
BRUTUS.
Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine.
In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.
[Drinks.]
CASSIUS.
My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.
Fill, Lucius, till the wine o’erswell the cup.
I cannot drink too much of Brutus’ love.
[Drinks.]