Sardou's Cleopatra — page 49: what you’re looking at

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

Ban SARDOU'S CLEOPATRA. and unclasping her small hands, hardly larger than a child’s, ‘is it yet time ?” “Time, Iras?” said the old man. “I do not understand you. Compose yourself, my child, compose yourself.” “He has not yet come ?” ie Ps: Who? ‘‘Pharon.”’ break.” “Yes, And, oh, it is terrible—terrible! I could not sleep. And then I thought of you. Uncle, you alone can save him, if you will. He is so young to die.” “Save him, Iras. That is impossible. The great queen has commanded his death, and it is for me to see that her orders are carried out. I know nothing of him or of his offense.” “You know nothing!’ she exclaimed in sur- prise. “Nothing !” “Tet me tell you! Perhaps, then, you will have pity.” He motioned to her to proceed, and, in re accents, Iras hurriedly told her tale. Two weeks before, when Cleopatra, with her ‘“Pharon? Oh! the slave who is to die at day- comicbooks:co