Sardou's Cleopatra — page 118: what you’re looking at

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SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. | 103 He arose to his feet. “One word, oh, queen, before I go. At the command of another, who kept his word to me, and whom I cannot betray, it was I who fired to-day that arrow.” Cleopatra sprang to her feet. “How, slave? It was to you, then, that I owe the torments of jealousy from which I have suf- fered !”” ‘“Tealousy !” repeated Pharon, sadly. “Oh, queen, for him who has seen you but for a single day, there is no longer another woman, there is no longer another love. In vain some beauty tries to attract him and render him unfaithful; although near her, he is still yours. Before his eyes is incessantly your face, and he is blind to all else. His love is yours, and yours alone; to him you alone of all women in the world are beautiful, and as the Vestal Virgins nourish the sacred fire, he cherishes in his heart the memory of you.” | These words were like balm to Cleopatra, wounded by Antony’s silence. “And yet,” she said, musingly, “it is two days since a message has come from him, He has forgotten me,” — ,OOKS =) ws (0) (E(o) =