Sardou's Cleopatra — page 40: what you’re looking at

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SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. : 25 reported that I hate Rome. No! Ido not hate Rome nor—nor Antony. What I hate is Octa- vius!” Oh! matchless siren! How well she knew the bitter feelings existing between the two triumviri, who were men of exactly opposite characters except in the one quality common to both—ambition. ‘And now, my lord, speak, for I end here. Pronounce my sentence.” Sentence. Ah! the places are reversed; the criminal is saved, the judge condemned. Slowly, as if impelled by some invincible power that drew him as a magnet in spite of himself, he descended the steps and stood at her side. “I believe you,” he said, in low, thrilling tones; “forgive my base suspicions.” She looked up at him, with a light, joyous laugh, musical as rippling waters. “And these poor people of Tarsus ?” she asked, with a wave of her white arm which was more _ powerful to conquer nations, than the iron mus-— cles of the warrior. _ Trembling, wholly vanquished, he took her hand in his; she did not withdraw it. Then, he led her up the steps, and standing by her side, before the chair of judgment, he cried out to the expectant people: CSE Gomicboo