Alexander:
Be gone with you! Harpies! Get out! Get out!
Roxane:
Are you drunk again? Get out.
Alexander:
He's dead.
Roxane:
Who?
Alexander:
Many hated him...but I don't think any other would have
dared.
Roxane:
Hephaistion is dead? Are you mad?
Alexander:
You monster.
Roxane:
Are you mad?
Alexander:
You've taken from me all I've ever loved. May all the Furies
through time damn your miserable heart. Obey
me.
Roxane:
Alexander. I have your child. Alexander. Alexander, we have
a son.
No.
Servant:
The child. Oh, Your Majesty, no.
Roxane:
Alexander, I have your child. Alexander, my husband, my
king. We have a son.
Alexaner:
My poor, poor, ill-fated son. Never touch me again.
Roxane:
No!
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