Clytus. Wee are readie at all commands, wishing nothing else but continually to be commanded. 25
Alex. Well then, withdraw yourselves till I have further considered of this matter.
Exeunt Clytus and Parmenio.
Now wee will see how Apelles goeth forward. I doubt mee that nature hath overcome art, and her countenance his cunning.
Hep. You love, and therefore think any thing. 30
Alex. But not so farre in love with Campaspe as with Bucephalus,[879] if occasion serve either of conflict or[880] conquest.
Hep. Occasion cannot want if will doe not. Behold all Persia swelling in the pride of their owne power, the Scythians carelesse what courage or fortune can do, the Egyptians dreaming in the 35 southsayings of their augures and gaping over the smoake of their beasts intralls. All these, Alexander, are to be subdued, if that world be not slipped out of your head which you have sworne to conquer with that hand.
Alex. I confesse the labour's fit for Alexander, and yet recreation 40 necessarie among so many assaults, bloudie wounds, intolerable troubles. Give me leave a little, if not to sit, yet to breath. And doubt not but Alexander can, when hee will, throw affections as farre from him as he can cowardise. But behold Diogenes talking with one at his tub.[881] 45
Crysus. One penny, Diogenes; I am a Cynicke.
Diog. Hee made thee a begger that first gave thee any thing.