Read the excerpt from act 4, scene 3, of The Tragedy of Julius Caesar.BRUTUS. O Cassius, I am sick of many griefs.CASSIUS. Of your philosophy you make no use, / 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? / 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 distraught, / And, her attendants absent, swallowed fire.CASSIUS. And died so?BRUTUS. Even so.CASSIUS. O ye immortal gods![Enter LUCIUS, with wine and taper]BRUTUS. Speak no more of her. Give me a bowl of wine. / In this I bury all unkindness, Cassius.CASSIUS. My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge. / Fill, Lucius, till the wine o'erswell the cup; / I cannot drink too much of Brutus' love.Which evidence from the text supports the conclusion that Cassius and Brutus have reconciled? Select two options.

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