Cassius: And died so?
Brutus: Even so.
Cassius: O, ye immortal gods!
(Enter Lucius, with a jar of wine, a goblet, 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.)
You ought to read that scene carefully. It will do no one any harm.
It did me a lot of good one time, when I was about to quarrel with a
friend whose heart was sick with many griefs that I knew nothing of at
the time. You never know what's behind.
Titinius and Messala come in, and proceed to discuss the situation.
Brutus: Come in, Titinius!! Welcome, good Messala.
Now sit we close about this taper here,
And call in question our necessities.
Cassius (on whom the wine seems to have taken some effect):
Portia, art thou gone?
Brutus: No more, I pray you.
Messala, I have here received letters,
That young Octavius and Mark Antony
Come down upon us with a mighty power,
Bending their expedition towards Philippi.
Messala has also letters to the same purpose, and they have likewise
news of the murder, or execution, of upwards of a hundred senators in
Rome.
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