CLEOPATRA.
Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.
Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures
Turn all to serpents! Call the slave again;
Though I am mad, I will not bite him—Call!
CHARMIAN.
He is afraid to come.
CLEOPATRA.
I will not hurt him.
These hands do lack nobility, that they strike
A meaner than myself.
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CLEOPATRA.
In praising Antony I have dispraised Cæsar.
CHARMIAN.