Sardou's Cleopatra — page 117: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

102 SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. “Horrible specter! Vile slave! Have you come at my last hour to avenge yourself?” “To avenge myself? I love you.” With her eyes still fixed upon him, slowly she reached out her hand and touched him. ‘Then, convinced that he was no specter, but flesh and blood, she burst into a fit of hysterical laughter. But, suddenly checking herself, she said, im- periously : “Why are you here? Why did you not keep your oath ?” In few words he told her of his taking the poison in the temple, and of the antidote that had been administered to him, but without betraying his preserver’s identity. The queen listened, but asked no questions. A strange smile played about her mouth. “So,” she said, “I wished your death, and you fave me still.” : VES. ‘Poor fool !” “It was with no fear that I drank the poison. I was glad to die at your command. Ah! Have no fear that I shall failin my word. ‘To-day, the means shall be sure.” “See that it is,” was the short, cruel response, comicbooks (ao)