CESARE.
You will not heat with riding at that hour.
ALEXANDER.
And I am careful now ... a little anxious
To see you start.
CESARE.
Too hot and still
For camps or marches ... like a painful dream!
[He sits by his father.
ALEXANDER.
Ay, so, so!
Cesare, if this strong heat
Struck me with apoplexy, pest, or fever,
You would be struck with peril.... O my heart,
My prince, could you endure from your own root,
And bear the shock of onset?