Bru. Lucillius and Titinius bid the Commanders
Prepare to lodge their Companies to night
Cas. And come your selues, & bring Messala with you
Immediately to vs
Bru. Lucius, a bowle of Wine
Cas. I did not thinke you could haue bin so angry
Bru. O Cassius, I am sicke of many greefes
Cas. Of your Philosophy you make no vse,
If you giue place to accidentall euils
Bru. No man beares sorrow better. Portia is dead
Cas. Ha? Portia?
Bru. She is dead
Cas. How scap'd I killing, when I crost you so?
O insupportable, and touching losse!
Vpon what sicknesse?
Bru. Impatient of my absence,
And greefe, that yong Octauius with Mark Antony
Haue made themselues so strong: For with her death
That tydings came. With this she fell distract,
And (her Attendants absent) swallow'd fire
Cas. And dy'd so?
Bru. Euen so