Cleopatra eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 378 pages of information about Cleopatra.

Cleopatra eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 378 pages of information about Cleopatra.

“It is a sad hour for song, O Queen!” said Charmion; but, nevertheless, she took her harp and sang.  And thus she sang, very soft and low, the dirge of the sweet-tongued Syrian Meleager: 

     Tears for my lady dead,
     Heliodore! 
     Salt tears and strange to shed,
     Over and o’er;
     Go tears and low lament
     Fare from her tomb,
     Wend where my lady went,
     Down through the gloom—­
     Sighs for my lady dead,
     Tears do I send,
     Long love remembered,
     Mistress and friend! 
     Sad are the songs we sing,
     Tears that we shed,
     Empty the gifts we bring—­
     Gifts to the dead! 
     Ah, for my flower, my Love,
     Hades hath taken,
     Ah, for the dust above,
     Scattered and shaken! 
     Mother of blade and grass,
     Earth, in thy breast
     Lull her that gentlest was,
     Gently to rest!

The music of her voice died away, and it was so sweet and sad that Iras began to weep and the bright tears stood in Cleopatra’s stormy eyes.  Only I wept not; my tears were dry.

“’Tis a heavy song of thine, Charmion,” said the Queen.  “Well, as thou saidst, it is a sad hour for song, and thy dirge is fitted to the hour.  Sing it over me once again when I lie dead, Charmion.  And now farewell to music, and on to the end.  Olympus, take yonder parchment and write what I shall say.”

I took the parchment and the reed, and wrote thus in the Roman tongue: 

“Cleopatra to Octavianus, greeting.

“This is the state of life.  At length there comes an hour when, rather than endure those burdens that overwhelm us, putting off the body we would take wing into forgetfulness.  Caesar, thou hast conquered:  take thou the spoils of victory.  But in thy triumph Cleopatra cannot walk.  When all is lost, then we must go to seek the lost.  Thus in the desert of Despair the brave do harvest Resolution.  Cleopatra hath been great as Antony was great, nor shall her fame be minished in the manner of her end.  Slaves live to endure their wrong; but Princes, treading with a firmer step, pass through the gates of Wrong into the royal Dwellings of the Dead.  This only doth Egypt ask of Caesar—­that he suffer her to lie in the tomb of Antony.  Farewell!”

This I wrote, and having sealed the writing, Cleopatra bade me go find a messenger, despatch it to Caesar, and then return.  So I went, and at the door of the tomb I called a soldier who was not on duty, and, giving him money, bade him take the letter to Caesar.  Then I went back, and there in the chamber the three women stood in silence, Cleopatra clinging to the arm of Iras, and Charmion a little apart watching the twain.

“If indeed thou art minded to make an end, O Queen,” I said, “the time is short, for presently Caesar will send his servants in answer to thy letter,” and I drew forth the phial of white and deadly bane and set it upon the board.

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