Sardou's Cleopatra — page 83: what you’re looking at

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68 SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. able than herself, she waved with the other to the departing warrior a last farewell. But when he had passed from her sight she slowly, slowly descended, with many a backward glance, and returned to the banquet hall. The revellers had returned to the tables, and the buffoons and dancers were gathered together in the center of the great apartment. Suddenly, with flashing eyes and crimsoned cheeks, the queen was in their midst. Frantically she tore the garlands of roses from off the massive bowls of wine, and trampled them with ne pas- sion beneath her feet. “Out of my sight!” she cried, in a voice that made all the motley crowd of courtiers and slaves shrink back in terror. “Idiots! Fools! Out of my sight! Away from here, I say! No more music! No more feasting! Away! Away! All of you! ‘There shall be nothing but mourning until he returns!” oe comic 900KS.CO