Julius Caesar

by: William Shakespeare

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BRUTUS

Therein our letters do not well agree.
Mine speak of seventy senators that died
By their proscriptions, Cicero being one.

BRUTUS

On that point, our letters don’t agree. My letters say only seventy senators were killed, one being Cicero.

CASSIUS

185Cicero one?

CASSIUS

Cicero too?

MESSALA

   Cicero is dead,
And by that order of proscription.
(to BRUTUS) Had you your letters from your wife, my lord?

MESSALA

Cicero is dead, by their decree. (to BRUTUS) Have you received letters from your wife, my lord?

BRUTUS

No, Messala.

BRUTUS

No, Messala.

MESSALA

Nor nothing in your letters writ of her?

MESSALA

And you haven’t heard any news about her in your letters?

BRUTUS

190Nothing, Messala.

BRUTUS

Nothing, Messala.

MESSALA

   That methinks is strange.

MESSALA

I think that’s strange.

BRUTUS

Why ask you? Hear you aught of her in yours?

BRUTUS

Why do you ask? Have you heard something of her in your letters?

MESSALA

No, my lord.

MESSALA

No, my lord.

BRUTUS

Now, as you are a Roman, tell me true.

BRUTUS

Now, as you’re a Roman, tell me the truth.

MESSALA

Then like a Roman bear the truth I tell.
195For certain she is dead, and by strange manner.

MESSALA

Then you must take the truth I have to tell like a Roman. It’s certain that she is dead, and she died in a strange way.

BRUTUS

Why, farewell, Portia. We must die, Messala.
With meditating that she must die once,
I have the patience to endure it now.

BRUTUS

Well, good-bye, Portia. We all must die, Messala. Having already thought about the fact that she would have to die sometime, I can endure her death now.

MESSALA

Even so great men great losses should endure.

MESSALA

That’s the way great men ought to endure great losses.