Sardou's Cleopatra — page 58: what you’re looking at

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SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. 42 “No,” replied the other. “I had your word, and the poison is ready.” “Give it to me.” Kephren drew from beneath his cloak a small cup, covered with a lid, and handed it to the young man. The Greek took it into his hands, and then, in a clear voice, which had in it no suspicion of trembling, he said: “You will tell her that I die dnthot a regret.”’ But Kephren laid his hand upon his arm. “What!” he said, “so careless in this your last hour? ‘There is still time for prayer. Bid, at least, your farewell to life. You must not die without invoking your gods.” Pharon gently shook off the restraining hand, and raising his eyes to the dome, through the openings of which the light was gradually stream- ing stronger and stronger, he spoke as follows: “Oh! Daughter of the Night! Oh! implaca- ble goddess! ‘Thou who hast no temple, and whom the sons of men fear to adore! ‘Thou whom the unhappy, when misfortune overwhelms them, alone dare to address! Oh, Death! to thy em- braces a mad love has consigned me! Spread thy dark wings and appear at my call! A woman (E(0) GOomilchoo cS