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.]
[Exit Lucius.]
Enter Titinius and Messala.
BRUTUS.
Come in, Titinius!
Welcome, good Messala.
Now sit we close about this taper here,
And call in question our necessities.