Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bru. O Cassius, I am sicke of many greefes.
Cas. Cas.
Cas. Of your Philosophy you make no vse,
Cas. If you giue place to accidentall euils.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. No man beares sorrow better. Portia is dead.
Cas. Ha? Portia?
Bru. She is dead.
Cas. How scap'd I killing, when I crost you so?
Cas. O insupportable, and touching losse!
Cas. Vpon what sicknesse?
Bru. Impatient of my absence,
Bru. And greefe, that yong Octauius with Mark Antony
Bru. Haue made themselues so strong: For with her death
Bru. That tydings came. With this she fell distract,
Bru. And (her Attendants absent) swallow'd fire.