Sardou's Cleopatra — page 269: what you’re looking at

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254 SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA, Cleopatra gazed after him. A moan from An- tony recalled her to herself. With a low cry, she turned and threw herself down on the couch beside him. “My lové! My love!” Charmian and Iras approached and attempted to raise her, but she waved them away. “No! Leave me alone with him.” “Eeypt, Iam dying!” issued in faint syllables from Antony’s lips. “No! No!” she sltrieked. “Oh, ye gods, who have wreaked your cruelty upon me, now be kind, and give me back his fleeting life!” “Grieve not, my Cleopatra,” he murmured, raising his heavy eyes to the beautiful face he loved so well. ‘Blessed be fortune that permits me.to die near you! Oh! Cleopatra, my last thought is for you! ,I am cold—come closer to me,’? | She wound her arms about him, and pressed her face close to his. “Oh! fatal destiny!” she moaned. “My love, we loved oh other too much. The gods were jealous of us.’ “IT do not accuse the gods—fate—had I the choice, I would still take the life they have given | EOmMIic 300 ‘Ss (E(@)