Sardou's Cleopatra — page 254: what you’re looking at

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

SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. 239 lure him to his ruin; then thou didst awaken the wretched slave, and didst place the hero’s courage in his miserable breast. And yet, we both loved the same woman, our passion was born of the same flame. Oh, Antony! Antony! even in thy fall I envy thee thy lot.” “Hark !” interrupted Iras, suddenly. “What is that noise?” “What noise?” “Do you not hear a confused murmur within the city ?” He listened for a moment, and then exclaimed, excitedly : » ves, yes, itis like the clamor of voices.” And, impelled by the same fear, they both turned and rushed up the steps to the platform, where they could see above the high wall of the garden. The dawn was already breaking. “The east was aflame with the glowing colors that heralded the sun’s approach. But see, through the sycamores, those glancing lights! Isit running water kissed by the first rays of the sun? No! it is the glit- ter of Roman spears and cuirasses! Louder and louder grows the noise—cries and the trampling (E(0) ~comicbooks