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With any here. Fill me another bowl.
Alex. You will be excused :
Clyt. So was your father, sir; this to his memory :
Alex. They shall not sound
All are my enemies,
Lys. Nay, Clytus, you that could advise so well
Alex. Let him persist, be positive, and proud,
Clyt. When gods grow hot, no difference I know
Alex. Let me have music.
Clyt. Music for boys-Clytus would hear the groans
Heph. Let us, Lysimachus, awake the king ;
[ A loud
flourish of trumpels. Oh, for the voice of Jove ! the world should know The kindness of my people—Rise ! oh rise ! My hands, my arms, my heart, are ever yours.
Clyr. I did not kiss the earth, nor must your handI am unworthy, sir.
Alex. I know thou art :
Heph. A chief so great, so fortunately brave,
Lys. Such was not Cyrus, or the famed Alcides,
Alex. Oh, you flatter me !
Clyt. They do, indeed, and yet you love them for’t, But hate old Clytus for his hardy virtue. Come, shall I speak a man with equal bravery, A better general, and experter soldier ?
Alex. I should be glad to learn: instruct me, sir.
Clyt. Your father, Philip—I have seen him march, And fought beneath his dreadful banner, where The boldest at this table would have trembled. Nay, frown not, sir, you cannot look me dead. When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war ! The laboured battle sweat, and conquest bled. Why should I fear to speak a bolder truth Than e'er the lying priests of Ammon told you ? Philip fought men—but Alexander women.
Alex. All envy, spite and envy, by the gods !
Lys. Wine has transported him.
Alex. No, 'tis mere malice.
beneath cryed out, and spread your arms, That I should leap among you—did I so ?
Lys. Dread sir! the old man knows not what he says.
Alex. Was I a woman, when, like Mercury,
Clyt. 'Twas all bravado ; for, before you leaped,
That I might strike thee prostrate to the earth,
Clyt. I know the reason why you use me thus :
from the sword of bold Rhesaces, Else had your godship slumbered in the dust, And most ungratefully you hate me for it.
Alex. Hence from the banquet : thus far I forgive thee.
Clyt. First try (for none can want forgiveness more)
Alex. Ha! what said the traitor ?
Heph. Clytus, withdraw; Eumenes, force him hence : He must not tarry : drag him to the door.
Clyt. No, let him send me, if I must be gone,
Alex. Give me a javelin.
Alex. Sirrah! off,
Lys. Oh, sacred sir ! have but a moment's patience.
Alex. What! hold my arms ! I shall be murdered here, Like poor Darius, by my barbarous subjects. . Perdiccas, sound our trumpets to the camp; Call all my soldiers to the court: nay, haste, For there is treason plotting 'gainst my life, And I shall perish ere they come to save me. Where is the traitor ?
Clyt. Sure there is none amongst us, But here I stand-honest Clytus, Whom the king invited to the banquet.
Alex. Begone to Philip, Atalaus, Calisthenes! [Stabs him. And let bold subjects learn, by thy example, Not to provoke the patience of their prince.
Clyt. The rage of wine is drowned in gushing blood. Oh, Alexander ! I have been to blame : Hate me not after death; for I repent That I so far have urged your noble nature.
Alex. What's this I hear! say on, my dying soldier.
Clyt. I should have killed myself had I but lived
the honest Clytus thou hast slain, Clytus, thy friend, thy guardian, thy preserver !
Heph. Remove the body, it inflames his sorrow.
Alex. None dare to touch him: we must never part. Cruel Hephestion and Lysimachus, That had the power, yet would not hold me. Oh!
Lys. Dear sir, we did.
Alex. I know ye did; yet held me Like a wild beast, to let me go again With greater violence. --Oh, ye have undone me! Excuse it not: you that could stop a lion, Could not turn me! ye should have drawn your swords, And barred my rage with their advancing points,