So exclaims Claudette Colbert's Cleopatra as she presses an asp to her bosom at the conclusion of this great film. Of course, the sentiment was Dryden's first, as he chose to call his play about Antony and Cleopatra's consuming relationship, "All for Love", but that's okay no harm done. This is a real vamp of a Cleo, with Colbert sauntering around to arouse the interest and protection of Warren William's Caesar. She falls hard for him, and thinks that Henry Wilcoxin's Antony is no great shakes at first. But after she loses her man on the fateful Ides of March, Cleo seduces Antony to retain her throne with his protection. That is a really insightful scene, as we see Wilcoxin in his cups, besotted with Colbert and falling on her neck with kisses while she looks straight ahead, emotionally unavailable--is she calculating, frigid, disgusted with herself? The interpretation is up to you. Much better than the Liz and Dick version, this Cleopatra is sexy without being obvious and the viewer really does come away saddened by this tragedy of a woman who could find love twice but not keep it either time.