Sardou's Cleopatra — page 220: what you’re looking at

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SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. 905 his suspicion was, he was not left long in sus- pense. The woman, who was now within a few feet of them, threw back her vail and revealed the dark face of Charmian, the queen’s waiting- woman. No one spoke a word, but they all waited in breathless eagerness the explanation of her com- ing. She approached close to Antony, and, rais- ing her eyes to his face said, in a low voice: ‘Noble Antony, I bear a message from my sor- rowing mistress.” | Antony’s brow grew dark with a heavy frown. “The queen, my lord,” proceeded Charmian, quickly, “is sick with grief. She begs to see you but once more.” “Never!” cried Antony. “Never more will I set eyes upon that false face!” “She is ill, her cheeks furrowed with her 9 tears “Tears! I know what her tears are worth. So weeps the crocodile. Away! Return to her! No, I will not see her.” ‘Have pity, my lord!” pleaded Charmian. ‘Her despair is so great.” (NTO 1)? “Cleopatra is (E(@) m ‘ ee, EOmMic JOOKS