DOLABELLA.
How goes it here?
SECOND GUARD.
All dead.
DOLABELLA.
Caesar, thy thoughts
Touch their effects in this. Thyself art coming
To see performed the dreaded act which thou
So sought’st to hinder.
Enter Caesar and all his train, marching.
ALL.
A way there, a way for Caesar!
DOLABELLA.
O sir, you are too sure an augurer:
That you did fear is done.
CAESAR.
Bravest at the last,
She levelled at our purposes and, being royal,
Took her own way. The manner of their deaths?
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.
CAESAR.
Poisoned then.