Sardou's Cleopatra — page 65: what you’re looking at

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50 SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. — bound into pulsing, throbbing life. The comedy she had played with such’ perfection of art at Tarsus had become a reality in Memphis. The marble-hearted beauty, whom no homage, not even that of the great Cesar, had ever touched to the quick, was now vanquished. With all the fiery, passionate temperament of a child of the sun, she now loved for the first time, loved so intensely as to cause deep suffering. If the light of the world shone for Antony from Cleopatra’s eyes, so did the queen find in the azure orbs of the Roman all the heaven she knew or cared for. To-day was to be a day of pleasures which should surpass all that had gone before. In the great hall of the palace, the grand festival was to take place—a hall of vast proportions, with walls of polished marble, inlaid with lapis lazuli, mala- chite and chalcedony. Enormous columns, em- blazoned with hieroglyphics, representing the exploits of gods and heroes, supported upon their acanthus capitals gigantic arches of sculptured granite. ‘The roof was an intricate network of gold and silver, through the meshes of which could be seen the blue of the sky. Between each pillar were placed enormous statues, figures with heads of bulls, dogs, and elephants, who sat in /> €Comicbooks.co