Sardou's Cleopatra — page 163: what you’re looking at

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148 | SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. riage horrifies me. I could not live in the cold- ness of a home with Octavia. Then, this Forum is full of unpleasant memories; it was there that I suffered that deadly insult; it was there that Cicero attacked me when I was defenseless. Rome, for me, means him. I see him every- where, and in all the echoes, I hear only his voice.” “Did not his death—and what a death—avenge you ?”’ “Does death ever avenge a mortal injury? But let us talk no more of him! Away from Rome, I love her and my sword is ever ready for her defense. But to live here is like living beneath a pall.” “Oh! vain excuses behind which you seek to take refuge!” exclaimed Ventidius, his hot tem- per momentarily getting the better of him. “What you miss here are your nights of orgies, the de- lights of your culpable love!” “Well, yes,” retorted Antony, no te hotly. “Cleopatra has my every thought. No longer seek to detain me. I am no more a soldier, no more a Roman. JI ama miserable man, whom a from his mistress. I hear. her cries! I divine comicbooks.co