But Antony yet lived, though the power of speech had left him. ThenI drew near and, kneeling, made pretence to minister to him. And as Iministered I whispered in his ear:
"Antony," I whispered, "Cleopatra was my love before she passed from meto thee. I am Harmachis, that astrologer who stood behind thy couch atTarsus; and I have been the chief minister of thy ruin.
"_Die, Antony!--the curse of Menkau-ra hath fallen!_"
He raised himself, and stared upon my face. He could not speak, but,gibbering, he pointed at me. Then with a groan his spirit fled.
Thus did I accomplish my revenge upon Roman Antony, the World-loser.