Sardou's Cleopatra — page 70: what you’re looking at

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

SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. Meas 85° Isis, the slave, whom she loved so deeply, and, alas! so hopelessly. “My love!” murmured Antony, passionately. ‘My love!” “My dear lord I? “Your beauty is like strong, new wine. It maddens one. Each glance of your eyes pierces ’ deeper than the shafts of Eros. Venus, they say, ~ was once jealous of Psyche, but to-day, Hathor, as the goddess of love is called in Egypt, must be jealous of Cleopatra.” With a quick motion, the queen raised her head. “Hush!” she exclaimed, with a shudder, half superstition, half fear. “Hush! Do not tempt the anger of the gods!” Antony smiled. “What!” he said, “you, as brave and fierce as any of my warriors, afraid ?” “Not for myself! But for you! Ah! if aught should happen to part us now!” “What can happen ?” “T know not, but as you spoke, a premonition, as of something evil, seized upon me. My hero, I could not exist without you. My life is bound up in yours. My death will take place the same -Eeomichooks (GE (0)