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.CASSIUSDo you confess so much? Give me your hand.BRUTUSAnd my heart too.CASSIUSO Brutus!BRUTUSWhat's the matter?CASSIUSHave not you love enough to bear with me,When that rash humour which my mother gave meMakes me forgetful?BRUTUSYes, Cassius; and, from henceforth,When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.Poet[Within]Let me go in to see the generals;There is some grudge between 'em, 'tis not meetThey be alone.LUCILIUS[Within]You shall not come to them.Poet[Within]Nothing but death shall stay me.[Enter Poet, followed by LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and LUCIUS]CASSIUSHow now! what's the matter?PoetFor shame, you generals! what do you mean?Love, and be friends, as two such men should be;For I have seen more years, I'm sure, than ye.CASSIUSHa, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!BRUTUSGet you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!CASSIUSBear with him, Brutus; 'tis his fashion.BRUTUSI'll know his humour, when he knows his time:What should the wars do with these jigging fools?Companion, hence!CASSIUSAway, away, be gone.[Exit Poet]BRUTUSLucilius and Titinius, bid the commandersPrepare to lodge their companies to-night.CASSIUSAnd come yourselves, and bring Messala with youImmediately to us.[Exeunt LUCILIUS and TITINIUS]BRUTUSLucius, a bowl of wine![Exit LUCIUS]CASSIUSI did not think you could have been so angry.BRUTUSO Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.CASSIUSOf your philosophy you make no use,If you give place to accidental evils.BRUTUSNo man bears sorrow better.Portia is dead.CASSIUSHa! Portia!BRUTUSShe is dead.CASSIUSHow 'scaped I killing when I cross'd you so?O insupportable and touching loss!Upon what sickness?BRUTUSImpatient of my absence,And grief that young Octavius with Mark AntonyHave made themselves so strong: -- for with her deathThat tidings came; -- with this she fell distract,And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.CASSIUSAnd died so?BRUTUSEven so.CASSIUSO ye immortal gods![Re-enter LUCIUS, with wine and taper]BRUTUSSpeak no more of her.Give me a bowl of wine.In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.CASSIUSMy heart is thirsty for that noble pledge.Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup;I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.BRUTUSCome in, Titinius![Exit LUCIUS][Re-enter TITINIUS, with MESSALA]Welcome, good Messala.Now sit we close about this taper here,And call in question our necessities.CASSIUSPortia, art thou gone?BRUTUSNo more, I pray you.Messala, I have here received letters,That young Octavius and Mark AntonyCome down upon us with a mighty power,Bending their expedition toward Philippi.MESSALAMyself have letters of the selfsame tenor.BRUTUSWith what addition?MESSALAThat by proscription and bills of outlawry,Octavius, Antony, and Lepidus,Have put to death an hundred senators.BRUTUSTherein our letters do not well agree;Mine speak of seventy senators that diedBy their proscriptions, Cicero being one.CASSIUSCicero one!MESSALACicero is dead,And by that order of proscription.Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?BRUTUSNo, Messala.MESSALANor nothing in your letters writ of her?BRUTUSNothing, Messala.MESSALAThat, methinks, is strange.BRUTUSWhy ask you? hear you aught of her in yours?MESSALANo, my lord.BRUTUSNow, as you are a Roman, tell me true.MESSALAThen like a Roman bear the truth I tell:For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.BRUTUSWhy, farewell, Portia.We must die, Messala:With meditating that she must die once,I have the patience to endure it now.MESSALAEven so great men great losses should endure.CASSIUSI have as much of this in art as you,But yet my nature could not bear it so.BRUTUSWell, to our work alive.What do you thinkOf marching to Philippi presently?CASSIUSI do not think it good [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]