Sardou's Cleopatra — page 268: what you’re looking at

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SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. | 953 One of the officers advanced and picked up the sword. “So!” said Octavius, with a cold, ironical smile, “the queen demanded audience of Ceesar to assas- sinate him !”’ Cleopatra sprang to her feet and faced him. “Yes,” she cried, wildly, “and, had the gods not deserted me, you would be lying now dead at my feet!” “Ceesar’s hour has not come. I shall see you yet, treacherous queen, figure in my triumph, the sport of the Roman crowd.” “Then, it will be my dead body, never Cleons tra living.” “You cannot escape Cesar. Ceesar is master here. Proculeius, guard this woman, and your life shall answer for it if she does harm to herself, either with the fire of poison, or the steel of a dagger.” And with a harsh glance at the queen, and the recumbent form of Antony, he turned and strode from the apartment, followed by his officers, the one whom he had addressed as Proculeius and ‘one other remaining on guard just outside the open door. Pale with passion and with heaving breast, (E(oy qayiicel eeyve) cS (E(0) =