[Stamping her foot.] Charmian!
[Exit.
[Charmian jumps up, kisses her hand to Agrippa and follows her mistress out.
Agrippa.
[Looking after her.] That’s a pretty little minx.
Octavian.
[Who has seated himself wearily on the throne.] Is she? I didn’t notice ... Cæsarion’s fled.
Agrippa.
So I supposed.
Octavian.