Sardou's Cleopatra — page 278: what you’re looking at

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

SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. 263 The sting is sharp. Already the pelson steals through her veins. “Cesar,” she murmured, “do thy worst. Part us now, if thou canst! A last kiss, my Antony, the last of so many kisses. Isis, bear my soul to ~ his. Antony, I come! I come!” The beautiful head sank down until her lips rested upon his. There was a slight shiver of the limbs, and then all was still. The Empire of the World belonged now to Octavius. ‘The last to resist Rome was no more. The Great Queen was dead! THE END, (E(0) EOmMmIcbooks =