![]() ![]() These starry lamps of yours I have seen from afar in Gaul, in Britain, in Spain, in Thessaly, signalling great secrets to some eternal sentinel below, whose post I never could find. Sphinx, you and I, strangers to the race of men, are no strangers to one another: have I not been conscious of you and of this place since I was born? Rome is a madman's dream: this is my Reality. In the little world yonder, Sphinx, my place is as high as yours in this great desert only I wander, and you sit still I conquer, and you endure I work and wonder, you watch and wait I look up and am dazzled, look down and am darkened, look round and am puzzled, whilst your eyes never turn from looking out-out of the world-to the lost region-the home from which we have strayed. I have found flocks and pastures, men and cities, but no other Caesar, no air native to me, no man kindred to me, none who can do my day's deed, and think my night's thought. Hail, Sphinx: salutation from Julius Caesar! I have wandered in many lands, seeking the lost regions from which my birth into this world exiled me, and the company of creatures such as I myself. Then a man comes from the south with stealing steps, ravished by the mystery of the night, all wonder, and halts, lost in contemplation, opposite the left flank of the Sphinx, whose bosom, with its burden, is hidden from him by its massive shoulder.) Silence: then a few faint high-ringing trumpet notes. Suddenly there comes from afar a vaguely fearful sound (it might be the bellow of a Minotaur softened by great distance) and Memnon's music stops. ![]() The light still clears, until the upraised eyes of the image are distinguished looking straight forward and upward in infinite fearless vigil, and a mass of color between its great paws defines itself as a heap of red poppies on which a girl lies motionless, her silken vest heaving gently and regularly with the breathing of a dreamless sleeper, and her braided hair glittering in a shaft of moonlight like a bird's wing. It rises full over the desert and a vast horizon comes into relief, broken by a huge shape which soon reveals itself in the spreading radiance as a Sphinx pedestalled on the sands. Then the blackness and stillness breaks softly into silver mist and strange airs as the windswept harp of Memnon plays at the dawning of the moon. As a result, however popular Cleopatra may be in the arts, we know surprisingly little about her.172627 Caesar and Cleopatra - Act I George Bernard Shaw The same darkness into which the temple of Ra and the Syrian palace vanished. In the end, Octavian won, Antony and Cleopatra died, and Octavian took out his hostility on Cleopatra's reputation. Other jealousies between the two men and concern over the undue influence Egypt and Egyptian interests were having on Antony, led to open conflict. Antony and Octavian were related by marriage, but after a short time with Cleopatra, Antony stopped caring about his wife, Octavian's sister. Soon another powerful Roman leader presented himself in the person of Mark Antony, who with Octavian (soon to become Augustus), had taken control of Rome. ![]() When he was killed on the Ides of March, 44 B.C., it was time for Cleopatra to return home. Cleopatra presented Caesar with a male heir, although Caesar didn't see the boy as such. From her self-presentation, however much it may be a fiction, Cleopatra and Caesar had a relationship that was part political and part sexual. The story is told that Cleopatra arranged to meet the great Roman leader Julius Caesar by being rolled into a carpet, which was presented to Caesar as a gift. By the time of Ptolemy Auletes, Egypt was very much under Roman control and obligated financially to Rome. Cleopatra is best known for her relations with leading Romans, Julius Caesar and Mark Antony, and the manner of her death. ![]()
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