Sardou's Cleopatra — page 273: what you’re looking at

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

SANDOU’S CLEOPATRA, “Alas, madam, I have none.” “You have none, girl! NorI! NorI!” ‘Be calm, dear mistress.” But the queen was frantic with despair. “No dagger! No weapon of any sort! Fool that I was to forget! Can nothing save me from my fate? Must I follow Cesar, and-enter Rome behind his chariot? Ah, I can see it all! For escort I shall have triumphing soldiers. The whole length of the way I shall be pursued by the insulting cries of the rabble. I shall pass before the house of Octavia, who will follow me with her eyes, and her glance, usually so cold, will burn, for the first time, with pleasure. To go to Rome! To go to Rome, conquered and disarmed! Oh, shades of the Ptolemies, come to my aid! Hide me! Nota single friend comes to save me! Not one understands that I long to die. Not one. Not one!” But, even as she spoke, there was one close at hand, one who had longed to do her service, and whose opportunity at last had come. Before the open door appeared a man of slender fisure and clear-cut features, a man dressed in the robes of a priest of Ammon. ~In his hands he car- ried a basket filled with figs and lotus-flowers. comicbooks.co