Sardou's Cleopatra — page 194: what you’re looking at

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aan SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. 179 — The vains in Antony’s forehead stood out like whipcords, and his eyes flashed with rage. “Now, by Hercules i “Nay, hear me out, and, if I do not prove my words, deal with me as you will.” “Go on!” “What has this woman been? What is her past? You are not her only lover. ‘There has been Czesar, Pompey, Sextus, Herod—why, their name is myriads. She is capable of consigning lovers, from her fatal arms, to sudden and igno- © minious death. Czesar quitted the enchantress, a myrtle-wreathed victim, decked out for republi- can vengeance. But the great have not been alone the victims of her wiles. She has given herself to the embraces of a slave.” ‘“Knave, ’tis false!” “Speak, Diomedes, and, my lord, for your own honor, be calm.” Trembling with terror, Diomedes advanced. Although his vengeance was now in his hands, the white-livered wretch scarce dared to speak the words that would give it to him. “My noble lord ” he began. “Oh, ’tis you,” interrupted Antony. “I recog- nize you well. So, since it is this old man’s will, “comicbooks