Sardou's Cleopatra — page 248: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

~ “_ SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. 233 that our bones, at least, may rest in her sacred soil. Up, my people! upabout me! Give to the nations of the world an example to follow! De- fend your tombs!” In response to her appeal a mighty roar went up from the populace: “Cleopatra! Egypt! Egypt! Cleopatra” But above the tumult the queen’s quick ear caught a low rumble she knew to be thunder. _ The storm must now be close upon them. She raised her hand for silence. Then, as the shouts died away, she lifted her white arms in the air and turned her face upward to the heavens. For an instant all was still, and then she cried, in thrill- ing tones: “Oh, Holy Isis, sacred mother, mistress of | heaven, eye of the sun, regent of the gods! Oh, Osiris, spouse of Isis, son of Ra, judge of Hades! Oh, Horus, divine hawk-eyed-one, who didst suckle at the breast of Isis! Hear me now! All powerful gods, I invoke your aid! Bend your ears to the appeal of her whois your suppliant! Cast down, from your lofty heights, your starry eyes upon this land of Egypt that has always been your well-beloved! Notas woman doI raise “my voice and call upon ye—not as queen, even, ECOmIcbooks (E(@)