Sardou's Cleopatra — page 119: what you’re looking at

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— i ~ 104 SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. “Does one forget you?” exclaimed Pharon, with suppressed passion. “You do not know the mightiness of your power. One can live without bread behind the walls of a besieged city, one can live without fire in the land of ice, one can live without water in the African desert, one can live without air in the furnaces of Vulcan, but one cannot live a day without thinking of you, with- out summoning up your face, without speaking your name twenty times, without longing to hear your voice, to breathe the air that you breathe. Oh! fear nothing! He loves you, and more now than ever. ‘he one who has once loved you knows no peace away from you; he has but one hope, one dream, to live for you, and if he suffers through you, it is his joy—he hugs his suffering to his breast.” ‘To Cleopatra, this was no longer the slave whose death she had sought, that was speaking, but a prophet, an inspired prophet. Superstitious as she was, in spite of her great intelligence, she believed that the return of this man with these words of cheer was an omen of happiness in the future. Perhaps, too, she was recalled to a con- sciousness of her own power in holding the hearts of men, In all the long list of her love affairs Eomicbooks Eo 3