Henry Rider Haggard. Cleopatra (№ 175546)

Look at this great lot of nights resting your head, you fell asleep in the arms of those hands. Forget it if you can! Can't, I can see it in your eyes! All my pain was nothing compared to the torture that plagued your dark soul, you're always going to crave, and you're never going to quench your thirst! Harmachis, pathetic slave, how finely your celebration compared to mine: I'm defeated, defeated to you! Take my scorn, worthless! I'm dying, I condemn you to torture your inexhaustible love for me!