Sardou's Cleopatra — page 272: what you’re looking at

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

SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. something more precious still. When he under- stood love, he despised glory. A conqueror, he cast down his arms, proud that the world should one day say: ‘Antony knew how to love!’ Oh! Ceesar, it was not ambition that prompted his de- sire to rule over land and sea, it was that he might lay down the universe as an offering to love !” She stood, drawn up to her full height, her eyes flashing with pride in her lover and that she had been the object of his love. Never had she looked more beautiful, never more regal. She was startled from her ecstasy by the en- trance of Proculeius. “Queen,” he said, respectfully, “it is Ceesar’s will that you go with him to Rome to-night.” ‘’To Rome!” she cried. ‘‘Never!” “Madam,” he said, sorrowfully, “I but fulfill my duty.” “Tis well. Go!” The soldier bowed, and retired. “To Rome!” whispered Charmian, in horror. “To Rome!” ‘Fear nothing, good Charmian,” said Cleopatra. “‘T have yet time. Lend me your dagger.” Eomicboo cS mn (E(@)