3597Dol. Oh sir, you are too sure an Augurer:

3598That you did feare, is done.

3599Caesar. Brauest at the last,

3600She leuell'd at our purposes, and being Royall

3601Tooke her owne way: the manner of their deaths,

3602I do not see them bleede.

3603Dol. Who was last with them?

36041. Guard. A simple Countryman, that broght hir Figs:

3605This was his Basket.

3606Caesar. Poyson'd then.

36071. Guard. Oh Caesar:

3608This Charmian liu'd but now, she stood and spake:

3609I found her trimming vp the Diadem;

3610On her dead Mistris tremblingly she stood,

3611And on the sodaine dropt.

3612Caesar. Oh Noble weakenesse:

3613If they had swallow'd poyson, 'twould appeare

3614By externall swelling: but she lookes like sleepe,

3615As she would catch another Anthony

3616In her strong toyle of Grace.

3617Dol. Heere on her brest,

3618There is a vent of Bloud, and something blowne,

3619The like is on her Arme.

36201. Guard. This is an Aspickes traile,

3621And these Figge-leaues haue slime vpon them, such

3622As th'Aspicke leaues vpon the Caues of Nyle.

3623Caesar. Most probable

3624That so she dyed: for her Physitian tels mee

3625She hath pursu'de Conclusions infinite

3626Of easie wayes to dye. Take vp her bed,

3627And beare her Women from the Monument,

3628She shall be buried by her Anthony.

3629No Graue vpon the earth shall clip in it

3630A payre so famous: high euents as these

3631Strike those that make them: and their Story is

3632No lesse in pitty, then his Glory which

3633Brought them to be lamented. Our Army shall

3634In solemne shew, attend this Funerall,

3635And then to Rome. Come Dolabella, see

3636High Order, in this great Solmemnity. Exeunt omnes