Sardou's Cleopatra — page 253: what you’re looking at

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238 - SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. He sighed, and nervously plucked the leaves from a low bush near him. “You received my message ?” “Yes. Uncle told me last night of your arrival, and that you would be here just before dawn. Oh, Pharon, you were safe in Greece. Why have you returned to this fated city ?” , “Fated, indeed! But can you ask? Thequeen was in danger.”’ She lowered her eyes, with an expression of pain. “But what can you do?” “I know not. Sometimes the lowliest can serve the highest. ‘Tell me, how is the queen ?” “Al-!”’ she replied, bitterly. “Itis for that you have sent forme! Iam nothing to you. Nay,” with a quick revulsion of feeling, “I meant not that The queenis well. Is not Antony here?” The last words contained a bit of malice that not even the gentle Iras could forbear giving ut- terance to. “Antony! True. And yet Antony is no longer anything. At the battle of Actium set the star of his destiny. Ah, god of foolish loves, how strange are thy caprices! ‘Thou didst choose the proudest and most courageous of men, and didst ~ Comicbooks.co