Sardou's Cleopatra — page 39: what you’re looking at

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7 SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. \ her prey, knowing that it will soon be in her power. Antony flushed scarlet, and the veins stood out like cords upon his forehead. He was rapidly becoming drunk with the sight of her incompar- able loveliness. But there was one who stood not far from him who was not in the least blinded by the fascina- tions of the wily queen. ‘The heart of honest old Ventidius was sore within him as he recognized that his worst forebodings would rapidly become reality. _ “Blush!” he thought angrily to himself, as he caught the queen’s last words. “I believe she’d blush at nothing.” “Speak, oh queen,” said the triumvir, in a voice which sounded muffled. “Speak, I listen.” ‘My lord,” said Cleopatra, ‘‘I have been falsely accused. True, I did send gold and arms, but not to the conspirators. They were sent to the avengers of Cesar. By either treachery or acct- dent, my projects miscarried.” “Then, by Hercules—” began Antony. But she raised her hand to implore silence. “Not yet, my lord! Iwill be absolutely frank, and sol have aconfession still to make. It is EomicbooKkKs.co