FIRST GUARD.
Caesar hath sent—
CHARMIAN.
Too slow a messenger.
[Applies an asp.]
O, come apace, dispatch! I partly feel thee.
FIRST GUARD.
Approach, ho! All’s not well. Caesar’s beguiled.
SECOND GUARD.
There’s Dolabella sent from Caesar. Call him.
FIRST GUARD.
What work is here, Charmian? Is this well done?
CHARMIAN.
It is well done, and fitting for a princess
Descended of so many royal kings.
Ah, soldier!
[Charmian dies.]
Enter Dolabella.