Sardou's Cleopatra — page 231: what you’re looking at

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216 SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. ing face of his treacherous love, determined to go himself into Alexandria. Poorly dressed in the costume of a boatman, and carrying over his arm a heavy mantle, he managed to pass through the gates of the city. Then, wrapping the mantle about him so as partially to conceal his face, he made his way through the broad, crowded streets, toward the palace. When he camein sight of the great building, chance favored him; for he saw emerging from one of the lower entrances, a woman whom, although she was vailed, he recog- nized. It was Iras. Hurrying forward, he cautiously addressed her, and lowered his mantle so that she might see his face. As she recognized who it was that accosted her, the girl uttered a low cry of alarm. “Hush!” exclaimed Antony, quickly. “Attract no attention, but listen.” ‘You here, my lord?” faltered Iras. “Yes. I wish to see the queen.” “But Charmian returned last night———” “Since last night I have repented my harsh- ness. Take me, good Iras, to where I can see her.” Iras suspected no treachery; she felt only de- light that what she knew was her mistress’ dear- comicbooks (G 2)