Sardou's Cleopatra — page 144: what you’re looking at

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SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. 129 women. In a moment they were kneeling at her side. “Good girls! Good girls!” she murmured. ‘Alas, dear mistress, calm yourself,” whispered Charmian, soothingly, while Iras pressed her lips to the queen’s hand. ‘‘Ceesar’s sister!” she moaned. ‘Yes, the mys- tery is explained. A perfidious conquest over—a passion chilled! How true he has remained to > his nature—proud and lowly, player, hero, and buffoon! And through it all, a dupe, ever a dupe! Bewailing Cesar, and at the same time flattering his murderers! Oh, I know him!” And, carried away again by her rage, she flung aside the hands of Charmian and Iras, and, spring- to her feet, proceeded with passionate volubility : “Oh! I know him! This is the man who robbed the house of great Pompey at Rome; slew Cicero most vilely, mean and dastardly in resentment! Death for a speech! That tongue of glorious — truth silenced forever! Oh! shame! shame! And yet.I loved him! Loved him! Who shall dare say it? Loved him as I loved Cesar! Never! Who dares say it shall die?” With a threatening air, she swept a glance comicbooks (E(@)