Sardou's Cleopatra — page 210: what you’re looking at

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SARDOU’S CLEGPATRA. 195 tra’s wake, he had made no attempt to see the queen; he did not wish to see her. His remorse rendered him furious against her, who had been the cause of his misfortunes. All his love was turned to hate, and to a wild desire for revenge. oS y oh i i f a ts Gloomy and sad lay the wretched camp of the once powerful triumvir in the shadowy darkness of the Eastern night. Behind rose, in black silhouette, the temples and palaces of imperial Alexandria. Before, calm as a mirror, stretched the placid waters of Lake Mareotis. Away to one side, a dozen vultures flapped their great wings in ever narrowing circles, making ready to pounce upon their prey—some dead king of the desert, perhaps. Upon the sandy beach, alone and harrowed by torturing thoughts, Antony, haggard, unkempt, unshorn, paced nervously to and fro. One word was ringing ever in his ears, one word was strik- ing ever upon his heart—Actium ! Oh, if the implacaple Fates would but turn back the sands of time, and give him once more that hour when, like a demigod, he stood on the deck of his vessel defying the onslaught of Ceesar’s (E(e) EComichooks 3