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BRUTUS
Lucius! A bowl of wine.
Exit Lucius.
CASSIUS
I did not think you could have been so angry.
BRUTUS
O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.
CASSIUS
Of your philosophy you make no use [195]
If you give place to accidental evils.
BRUTUS
No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.
CASSIUS
Ha! Portia?
BRUTUS
She is dead.
CASSIUS
How scaped I killing when I crossed you so? [200]
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, [205]
And, her attendants absent, swallowed fire.
CASSIUS
And died so?
