Sardou's Cleopatra — page 250: what you’re looking at

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SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. 200 the whole vast multitude fell prone upon their faces before the majestic figure of their queen and goddess. Antony, who himself was strangely troubled, and the priests before the shrines, alone remained standing. The wind howled terrifically about the sacred edifice, the cataracts of the clouds were poured forth upon the earth and the elements raged with awe-inspiring fury. Then, as suddenly as it had arisen, the storm was allayed, and in place of the shrieking tem- pest intense quiet reigned. Cleopatra made.a sign to Serapion, and once more the rich music of the sacred hymn rolled through the temple. Slowly the queen descended the steps of the throne, and held out her hand to Antony. Her face was very pale, but about her lips played a mysterious, bewildering smile. “Oh, wonder of the world!” murmured Antony, beneath his breath. | Hand in hand they passed, amid the chants of the priests and through aisles of prostrate forms, out of the temple, by Ventidius and his compan- ions, who were huddled together in the portico, es) (E(0) Gomicboo!l