The crowd:
Kiss
him!
Alexander:
To
Bagoas.
The crowd:
To
Bagoas!
Alexander:
And
to my mother’s god, Dionysus…
The crowd:
Dionysus!
Alexander:
...who, we're told by our Indian allies, travelled here before Herakles...some
6000 years ago. To a hero.
The crowd:
To a
hero!
Alexander:
Roxane.
Roxane:
You lose
face. These Indians...they are a low, evil people.
Alexander:
You
don't try to understand them.
Roxane:
I try.
But this I know, Alexander. In Persia, you are a great king. Here...they hate you.
Let us go back
to Babylon. There, you are strong.
Alexander:
We'll
talk about this later.
Roxane:
Yes.
Later. Talk.
Alexander:
I
shall come. Tonight.
Roxane
And I
shall wait. Good night, my king.
Hermolaus:
Your
Majesty.
Persian
Chamberlain:
Come, Alexander, drink with us.
The crowd:
Alexander.
Alexander!
Ptolemy:
I
remember a time you hated how your father drank.
Alexander:
Now I
know why.
Ptolemy:
Dionysus is
hero. But he is also mind breaker. He destroys our self-control.
Alexander:
Self-control is a lover I've known too long, Ptolemy. The struggle worries me to the bone. And success I find to be as corrupt as failure. But Dionysus, bless his ancient soul...frees me from myself. And then, I move up. I'm simply, Alexander.
Self-control is a lover I've known too long, Ptolemy. The struggle worries me to the bone. And success I find to be as corrupt as failure. But Dionysus, bless his ancient soul...frees me from myself. And then, I move up. I'm simply, Alexander.
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