Agrippa.
[Admiringly.] I begin to think you are a genius, Cæsar, after all.
Octavian.
I am. Much good it does me! I’d give my genius for your digestion any day.
[Leans back on throne and closes his eyes.
[Enter Charmian hurriedly, looking pale and dishevelled.
Charmian.
Help! Help! The Queen is dying!
Octavian.
[Irritably, opening his eyes.] Stop that noise, girl! You make my head ache.