Act 4 — Scene 3The Tragedy of Julius Caesar

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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. Cassius: 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 toward Philippi. Messala: Myself have letters of the selfsame tenor. Brutus: With what addition? Messala: That by proscription and bills of outlawry Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus Have put to death an hundred Senators. Brutus: Therein our letters do not well agree. Mine speak of seventy Senators that died By their proscriptions, Cicero being one. Cassius: Cicero one! Messala: Cicero is dead, And by that order of proscription. Had you your letters from your wife, my lord? Brutus: No, Messala. Messala: Nor nothing in your letters writ of her? Brutus: Nothing, Messala. Messala: That, methinks, is strange. Brutus: Why ask you? Hear you aught of her in yours? Messala: No, my lord. Brutus: Now as you are a Roman, tell me true. Messala: Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell, For certain she is dead, and by strange manner. Brutus: Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala. With meditating that she must die once, I have the patience to endure it now. Messala: Even so great men great losses should endure. Cassius: I have as much of this in art as you, But yet my nature could not bear it so. Brutus: Well, to our work alive. What do you think Of marching to Philippi presently? Cassius: I do not think it good. Brutus: Your reason? Cassius: This it is: ’Tis better that the enemy seek us; So shall he waste his means, weary his soldiers, Doing himself offence, whilst we, lying still, Are full of rest, defence, and nimbleness.
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