Cleopatra, being an account of the fall and vengeance of Harmachis, the royal Egyptian, as set forth by his own hand . tears,remorse, and—memory. And she went forth. 214 CLEOPATRA CHAPTER XIV. OF THE TENDER CARE OF CHARMION ; OF THE HEALING OFHARMACH1S ; OF THE SAILING OF THE FLEET OF CLEO-PATRA FOR CILICIA ; AND OF THE SPEECH OF BRENNUSTO HARMACHIS. LE OP ATE A went, and for a whileI lay silent, gathering up mystrength to speak. But Charmioncame and stood over me, and Ifelt a great tear fall from her darkeyes upon my face, as the firstheavy drop of rain falls from athunder cloud. Thou goest,
Cleopatra, being an account of the fall and vengeance of Harmachis, the royal Egyptian, as set forth by his own hand . tears,remorse, and—memory. And she went forth. 214 CLEOPATRA CHAPTER XIV. OF THE TENDER CARE OF CHARMION ; OF THE HEALING OFHARMACH1S ; OF THE SAILING OF THE FLEET OF CLEO-PATRA FOR CILICIA ; AND OF THE SPEECH OF BRENNUSTO HARMACHIS. LE OP ATE A went, and for a whileI lay silent, gathering up mystrength to speak. But Charmioncame and stood over me, and Ifelt a great tear fall from her darkeyes upon my face, as the firstheavy drop of rain falls from athunder cloud. Thou goest, she whispered;thou goest fast whither I may notfollow! 0 Harmachis, how gladlywould I give my life for thine!Then at length I opened my eyes, and spoke as best Icould: Restrain thy grief, dear friend, I said, *I live yet; and,in truth, I feel as though new life gathered in my breast! She gave a little cry of joy, and I never saw aught morebeautiful than the change that came upon her weeping face!It was as when the first lights of the day run up the pallorof that sad sky which veils the night from dawn. All rosy. CLEOPATRA 215 w her lovely countenance; her dim eyes shone out likestars; and a smile of wonderment, more sweet than thesudden smile of the sea as ics ripples wake to brightnessbeneath the kiss of the risen moon, broke through her rain of iS. 1 Thou livest! she cried, throwing herself upon her kneesbeside my couch. Thou livest—and I thought thee gone!Thou art come back to me ! Oh ! what say I ? How foolishis a womans heart! Tis this long watching ! Nay ; sleepand rest thee, Harmachis!—why dost thou talk ? Not onemore word, I command thee straitly ! Where is the draughtleft by that long-bearded fool? Nay thou shalt haveno draught! There, sleep, Harmachis ; sleep ! and shecrouched down at my side and laid her cool hand upon mybrow, murmuring, Sleep! sleep! And when I woke there she was still, but the lights ofdawn were peeping through the casement. There she knelt,o
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