Sardou's Cleopatra — page 247: what you’re looking at

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7) Baca SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. Then, as the last notes died away, Cleopatra _ majestically arose to her feet. Instantly a hush fell over the whole vast assemblage. “My people,” she said, in her clear, vibrant voice, that reached the furthermost corners of the immense place, “the invader, ere to-morrow’s sun, will be at our gates. People, soldiers, priests, in this the hour of their danger rally to the defense of your queen and your country! What! shall the insulting Ceesar lay his envious grasp upon this our Alexandria? Shall the daughter of the Ptolemies be chained to his triumphal car? Never! Never! Never! You, all of you, my countrymen, rally round me, and crouch ready to fly at the throat of the presumptuous Roman! Aid my hope! Accomplish, at last, a divine duty! Defend with me this cherished city! Oh, I will teach you the love of country—that most holy of — love. Our country is the place where are set the altars of our gods, where our children have been born, where the venerated ashes of our ancestors repose. And to this noble love no one can be faithless. If we are banished from the land we adore, we dream only of her in our exile, and when grim Death lays his cold hand upon us we turn our dim eyes toward our country, praying ; 3 comicbooks (E(@)