Enter the Guard rushing in. ■ Guard. Where's the Queen? Char. Speak fofcly, wake her not. 1 Guard. Cafar hath fent [Charmian and Iras apply the Afp. Char. Too flow a Messenger. Oh come apace, difpatch, I partly feel thee. I Guard. Approach ho! All's not well. Cafar's beguil'd. 2 Guard. There's Dolabella fent from Cafar; call him. 1 Guard. What work is here, Charmian? Is this well done? Char. Is't well done, and fitting for a Princess Defcended of fo many Royal Kings. Ah Soldiers ! [Charmian and Iras Die. Enter Dolabella. Dol. How goes it here? 2 Guard. All Dead. Dol. Cafar, thy Thoughts Touch their Effects in this; thy felf art coming Enter Cæfar and Attendants. Caf. Braveft at the last, She levell'd at our purposes, and being Royal Dol. Who was laft with them 1 Guard. A fimple Countryman, that brought her Figs: This was his Basket. Caf. Poifon'd then. 1 Gent. Oh Cafar! This Charmian liv'd but now, fhe stood and fpake: I found her trimming up the Diadem, On her dead Mistress, tremblingly the flood, Cafar. Oh noble weakness! If they had fwallow'd Poifon, 'twould appear G As As he would catch another Antony In her ftrong Toil of Grace. Dol. Here on her Breast, There is a vent of Blood, and fomething blown, I Guard. This is an Afpick's Trail, And thefe Fig-leaves have flime upon them, such That fo the died; for her Phyfician tells me Brought them to be lamented. Our Army fhall, High Order in this great Solemnity. [Exeunt omnes, |