Sardou's Cleopatra — page 52: what you’re looking at

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

SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. ie 37 made I deserve death. Send me forth to my fate.” “No, it is my caprice to be clement to-day; I give you your life.” “What shall I do with my life? I love you.” “Well, then,” responded Cleopatra in a strange tone, “you shall be satisfied—you shall die. You have been pleased to indulge in a strange, extravagant dream; you imagined that you were Cesar, and you loved the queen. What you thought impossible of accomplishment, I will make possible. It pleases me for once to realize a mad desire. I will take you from nothingness, make you the equal of a god, and then plunge _ you into nothingness again. But do not call me cruel, and implore my pity, when the price for a few hours of happiness has to be paid. You say that you love me. I accept. your love. But—in ten days you die. Rise, and give me your hand!” . The ten days had expired, and this morning at daybreak, within the Temple of Isis, Pharon, the Greek, was to fulfill his part of the pea and render up his life. As Iras finished the recital of this strange story her uncle, Serapion, grand priest of Isis and royal astronomer, slowly stroked his long, white beard, GEOMmIcboo cS, (Eo)