Showing posts with label Bagoas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bagoas. Show all posts

13. Meeting Bagoas

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Leonnatus:
No wonder Darius fled when he had this to come back to.

Nearchus:
One for every night of the year.

Leonnatus:
How will I go back to Lysimache after this?

Nearchus:
I advise you not to touch, Lennatus. Here, I’ll take care of it for you.

Alexander:
Aristotle was perhaps prescient.
Do these images fool us with their beauty and degrade our souls?

Eunuch:
Bagoas, great king. Darius’ boy.

Alexander:
Bagoas?

Eunuch:
Nicely gilded, Your Majesty. Most successful. He was certainly one of the great king’s favorites. How old? Is great well with the years. What are you, Bagoas? Eighteen, 19?

Alexander:
Where does he come from?

Bagoas:
The north, sire. From the hills near Susa.

Alexander:
You speak our language. Good. I’d like to learn yours.

Bagoas:
Is learnable, my lord.

Alexander:
So tell me, Bagoas, do my eyes betray me or do you wish to be set free to go back to your homeland?

Bagoas:
All my family’s long dead, great king. With your permission, I will stay on.

Alexander:
Very well, then, Bagoas. Ptolemy! Administer this. And that’s the same of every person in the harem, woman and eunuch. Whoever wishes to be sent home to their families, let them.


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27. Object of hate

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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.

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41. Happiness

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Alexander (v.o.):
Yes, come. Come to Babylon. I await you. Your only loving son.

Alexander:
For the men. Bagoas.
Can you prop me up a little? It catches me. I've never been so idle.
The fleet will never get out by spring. I must go.
 You have given me all. Bagoas.

Bagoas:
And you have given me...the happiest times of my life, Iskander.

Alexander:
Happy? What is happy?
While in your mind and body are stretched to breaking...you have no thought beyond the next.
And you look back then...and there it was, happiness. In the doing, never the thinking.

Bagoas:
Still, you have made me so happy.

Alexander:
It is done, Bagoas. It is done.

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