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Rh wolf, and after every curse which he had howled at her—the pair kiss à la Florentine the more tenderly, even in dying he presses on her lips the last of so many kisses. And she, the Egyptian snake, how she loves her Roman wolf! Her betrayals are only the external irrepressible twinings and coils of her evil serpent nature; she practises them mechanically, because they are in her inborn or habitual habit, but in the depth of her soul there is the deepest unchanging love for Antony. Yes, she herself knows not how strong it is. Many a time she thinks she can conquer or play with it, but she errs, and the error will appear to her at the moment when she loses the man whom she loves, and her agony bursts forth in the sublime words: — " Cleo. I dream'd, there was an emperor Antony ; O, such another sleep, that I might see But such another man ! Dol. If it might please you, — Cleo. His face was as the heavens ; and therein stuck A sun, and moon ; which kept their course, and lighted The little O, the earth. Dol. Most sovereign creature,—