Sec. Guard. There's Dolabella sent from Caesar; call him.
First Guard. What work is here! Charmian, is this well done?
Char. It is well done, and fitting for a princess 328
Descended of so many royal kings.
Ah! soldier. Charmian dies.
Enter Dolabella.
Dol. How goes it here?
Sec. Guard. All dead.
Dol. Cæsar, thy thoughts
Touch their effects in this; thyself art coming 332
To see perform'd the dreaded act which thou
So sought'st to hinder.
[Within,] 'A way there!—a way for Cæsar!'
Enter Cæsar and all his Train marching.
Dol. O! sir, you are too sure an augurer;
That you did fear is done.
Cæs. Bravest at the last, 336
She levell'd at our purposes, and, being royal,
Took her own way. The manner of their deaths?
I do not see them bleed.
Dol. Who was last with them?
First Guard. A simple countryman that brought her figs: 340
This was his basket.
Cæs. Poison'd then.
First Guard. O Cæsar!
This Charmian liv'd but now; she stood, and spake:
I found her trimming up the diadem
On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood, 344
332 effects: fulfilment
337 levell'd: guessed
