Sardou's Cleopatra — page 215: what you’re looking at

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200 SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. have made? Ah, had he but always followed the advice of this sage counsellor | “My friend,” he said, at last, “how did you find me ?” Ventidius pointed to the sleeping city. “Yonder,” he said, “is Alexandria, and———” “No more!” interrupted Antony, half fiercely. “T understand. But why did you come to me? ) Cesar would have given you “TI do not love Cesar. Below in Greece, we awaited your arrival; but, as you did not come, day by day our ranks grew less, and finally Can-— idius, the ingrate, left during the night and sought Octavius. Then I said to myself: ‘I am no longer a soldier, so | can travel. My wound is not dan- gerous. I will go and visit the port of Alexan- dria.’ ”’ These words touched Antony deeply. ‘There were some loyal hearts still left tohim. ‘The salt tears stung in his eyes. “T do not deserve such devotion,” he said, with a sorrowful humility. Then, suddenly, he turned, and in the dim light scrutinized his companion. One arm hung helpless 1n a sling. “Wounded!” cried Antony. ‘Wounded in that combat, whence I fled like a coward, Ah!” turn- (Ee) comicbooks