What's his will?
APOLLODORUS.
He craves access unto your highness.
CLEOPATRA
No;—
Say no; I will have none to trouble me.
ARSINOE.
Good sister!—
CLEOPATRA.
None, I say. I will be private.
Would thou hadst flung me into Nilus, keeper,
When first thou gav'st consent to bring my body
To this unthankful Cæsar!
APOLLODORUS.
'Twas your will, madam.
Nay more, your charge upon me, as I honor'd you.
You know what danger I endur'd.