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.

Lucius,

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.]

Lucius

 Enter Titinius and Messala.

Titinius

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. 

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