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 farewel

    Portia.—

     We must die,

    Messala.

    With meditating that she must die once,

    I have the Patience to endure it now.

   Or these noble ones of

    Titinius

   , when he stabs himself:

     By your leave Gods—this is a

    Roman's

     Part.

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