Cleopatra, being an account of the fall and vengeance of Harmachis, the royal Egyptian, as set forth by his own hand . on the black brute ! I hada bet upon him for the games! I have backed him againstCaius, and now hell never fight again, and I must lose mymoney, all through this astrologer. What is it thou sayest ?—thou hast business with the Lady Charmion ? Nay, then,that settles it. I will not let thee through. Fellow, I wor-ship the Lady Charmion—ay, we all worship her, thoughshe gives us more slaps than sighs. And dost thou thinkthat we will suffer an astrologer with such eyes and sucha c
Cleopatra, being an account of the fall and vengeance of Harmachis, the royal Egyptian, as set forth by his own hand . on the black brute ! I hada bet upon him for the games! I have backed him againstCaius, and now hell never fight again, and I must lose mymoney, all through this astrologer. What is it thou sayest ?—thou hast business with the Lady Charmion ? Nay, then,that settles it. I will not let thee through. Fellow, I wor-ship the Lady Charmion—ay, we all worship her, thoughshe gives us more slaps than sighs. And dost thou thinkthat we will suffer an astrologer with such eyes and sucha chest as thine to cut in the game ?—by Bacchus, no!She must come out to keep the tryst, for in thou shalt not go. 1 Sir, I said humbly and yet with dignity, I pray that amessage may be sent to the Lady Charmion, for my businesswill not brook delay. Ye Gods ! answered the fool, whom have we here thatbe cannot wait ? A Oaesar in disguise? Nay, be off—be off!it thou wouldst not learn how a spear-prick feels behind. 1 Nay, put in the other officer, he is an astrologer ; makeliim prophesy make him play d bin with m; co. after me CLEOPATRA 103 Ay, cried the others who had sauntered up, let the fellowshow his art. If he is a magician he can pass the gates,Paulas or no Paulus. 1 Right willingly, good Sirs, I answered; for I saw noother means of entering. Wilt thou, my young and nobleLord—and I addressed him who was with Paulus— suffer thatI look thee in the eyes ; perhaps I may read what is writtenthere ? 1 Right, answered the youth ; * but I wish that the LadyCharmion was the sorceress. I would stare her out of counte-nance, I warrant. I took him by the hand and gazed deep into his eyes. Isee, I said, a field of battle at night, and about it bodiesstretched—among them is thy body, and a hyena tears itsthroat. Most noble Sir, thou shalt die by sword-thrustswithin a year. By Bacchus ! said the youth, turning white to the gills,* thou art an ill-omened sorcerer ! An
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