Sardou's Cleopatra — page 82: what you’re looking at

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SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. 67 “T swear it by all the gods of Olympus!” “If aught happens to you, my Antony, I follow you—I follow you. ‘The time has come to part. Ah, that spot of red! It will be ever before my eyes, until I look upon your face again. How to live these weary days, alone, and tortured by anx- iety! How to suppress them! Give me drugs to render them shorter! You love me?” “Love you, my queen? Forever! Far or near, you fill my whole existence.” “Forgive me; I am weak. See, my tears are gone! Glory awaits you! Go, save Rome! Fare- well, my hero, my life, my god! Farewell!” One last vow of eternal love—one long, tender, clinging embrace—then he tore himself away from her, and, followed by Ventidius, Eros, and the rest of the Romans, rushed out upon the terrace and dashed down through the garden toward the quay. With arms outstretched and her draperies hov- ering about her like wings, Cleopatra flew after him up the steps and out upon the platform. With feline-like agility, she leaped upon the pedestal of one of the Sphinxes, and clinging with one arm to the image, no less strange and inscrut- ‘, | Gomicbooks (E(0) m