Page 2568 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Cæsar, thy thoughts
Touch their effects in this: thyself art coming
To see perform’d the dreaded act which thou [330]
So sought’st to hinder.

(Within “A way there, a way for Cæsar!”)

Enter Cæsar and all his Train, marching.

DOLABELLA
O, sir, you are too sure an augurer;
That you did fear, is done.

CÆSAR
Bravest at the last,
She levell’d at our purposes, and being royal

Took her own way: the manner of their deaths? [335]
I do not see them bleed.

DOLABELLA
Who was last with them?

FIRST GUARD
A simple countryman, that brought her figs:
This was his basket.

CÆSAR
Poison’d then.

FIRST GUARD
O Cæsar;
This Charmian lived but now, she stood and spake:
I found her trimming up the diadem [340]
On her dead mistress; tremblingly she stood,

And on the sudden dropp’d.

CÆSAR