Her hair was torn from her head, her limbs were swollen and disfigured, and great bandages appeared here and there, indicating that there were still worse injuries than these concealed.

From the midst of all this squalidness and misery there still beamed from her sunken eyes a great portion of their former beauty, and her voice still possessed the same inexpressible charm that had characterized it so strongly in the days of her prime.

Octavius made her go back to her bed again and lie down.
Cleopatra then began to talk and excuse herself for what she had done, attributing all the blame of her conduct to Antony.

Octavius, however, interrupted her, and defended Antony from her criminations, saying to her that it was not his fault so much as hers.

She then suddenly changed her tone, and acknowledging her sins, piteously implored mercy.