Caesar-Option #3 (Portia's suicide note to Brutus.)
O honorable husband, why do you leave me so?
No pretense of your plan have I known.
Pleading, proof of my constancy carved in the flesh.
Yet, I am left, pndering the taxing burden with which
you have unknowingly bestowed upon me.
Now, Antony and his men are tiumphant and rule the city.
Come they shall, not in the dark cloak of night,
but in the light of day, parading, voicing,
"Behold what has come of thy noble Brutus!
His wife, but a posession to us!"
Then, slavery, dishonoring my father.
Dishonoring his good name. Now I die so I do not.
I die with honor myself, the way Cato took his own breath.
O! With this fire I eat, I will be Portia, Brutus's noble wife.
Her constancy evident still in silent death.