Julius Caesar

by: William Shakespeare

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BRUTUS

O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.

BRUTUS

Oh Cassius, I’m tired out by many sorrows.

CASSIUS

Of your philosophy you make no use
150If you give place to accidental evils.

CASSIUS

You’re forgetting your

Stoic

The Stoics were philosophers who maintained that people should accept suffering without complaining.

Stoic
philosophy if you allow chance misfortunes to upset you.

BRUTUS

No man bears sorrow better. Portia is dead.

BRUTUS

No one bears sorrow better than me. Portia is dead.

CASSIUS

Ha, Portia?

CASSIUS

Portia!

BRUTUS

She is dead.

BRUTUS

She is dead.

CASSIUS

How ’scaped I killing when I crossed you so?
155O insupportable and touching loss!
Upon what sickness?

CASSIUS

How did you manage not to kill me when we argued just now? What an irreplaceable and grievous loss! What sickness did she die of?

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
160And, her attendants absent, swallowed fire.

BRUTUS

She was worried about my absence, and about the fact that young Octavius and Mark Antony have grown so strong—which I found out at the same time as the news of her death. She became full of despair and, when her attendants were away, swallowed burning coals.

CASSIUS

And died so?

CASSIUS

And that’s how she died?

BRUTUS

   Even so.

BRUTUS

Yes, like that.

CASSIUS

    O ye immortal gods!

CASSIUS

Oh, immortal gods!
Enter LUCIUS with wine and tapers
LUCIUS enters with wine and candles.