Alexander:
One last toast! Before the dawn.
To my old friends. And to the myths.
The crowd:
To the myths.
Yes, come on. Finish
it.
Alexander:
To the next dawn.
Olympias:
My little Achilles.
The crowd:
Bless you, Alexander.
Lord, we love you.
Bless you, Alexander.
My lord, these herbs are from Delphi. They saved my brother,
at Jhelum. Rest yourself.
Soldier:
Thank you.
The crowd:
We love you, Alexander.
Polyperchon:
Alexander.
The crowd:
Alexander.
We love you, Alexander...and your seed.
Perdicass:
Keep moving, men, please.
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