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                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0007.tlg047.perseus-eng2" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="chapter" n="39"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="2"><p><q type="spoken">Yes,</q> said Alexander with a laugh, <q type="spoken">an empty one; but I will
                                pledge thy health with one which is full of pure wine.</q> Again, a
                            common Macedonian was driving a mule laden with some of the royal gold,
                            and when the beast gave out, took the load on his own shoulders and
                            tried to carry it. The king, then, seeing the man in great distress and
                            learning the facts of the case, said, as the man was about to lay his
                            burden down, <q type="spoken">Don’t give out, but finish your journey by taking this
                                load to your own tent.</q>
                        </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="3"><p>Furthermore, he was generally more displeased with those who would not
                            take his gifts than with those who asked for them. And so he wrote to
                            Phocion in a letter that he would not treat him as a friend in future if
                            he rejected his favours. Again, to Serapion, one of the youths who
                            played at ball with him, he used to give nothing because he asked for
                            nothing. Accordingly, whenever Serapion had the ball, he would throw it
                            to others, until the king said: <q type="spoken">Won’t you give it to me?</q>
                            <q type="spoken">No,</q> said Serapion, <q type="spoken">because you don’t ask for it,</q> whereat
                            the king burst out laughing and made him many presents. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="4"><p>With Proteas, however, a clever wag and boon companion, he appeared to be
                            angry; but when the man’s friends begged his forgiveness, as did Proteas
                            himself with tears, the king said that he was his friend again, whereat
                            Proteas said: <q type="spoken">In that case, O King, give me something to prove it
                                first.</q> Accordingly, the king ordered that five talents should be
                            given him. What lofty airs his friends and bodyguards were wont to
                            display over the wealth bestowed by him, is plain from a letter which
                            Olympias wrote to him. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="5"><p>She says: <q type="spoken">I beg thee to find other ways of conferring favours on those
                                thou lovest and holdest in honour; as it is, thou makest them all
                                the equals of kings and providest them with an abundance of friends,
                                whilst thyself thou strippest bare.</q> Olympias often wrote him in
                            like vein, but Alexander kept her writings secret, except once when
                            Hephaestion, as was his wont, read with him a letter which had been
                            opened; the king did not prevent him, but took the ring from his own
                            finger and applied its seal to the lips of Hephaestion. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="6"><p>Again, though the son of Mazaeus, the most influential man at the court
                            of Dareius, already had a province, Alexander gave him a second and a
                            larger one. He, however, declined it saying: <q type="spoken">O King, formerly there
                                was one Dareius, but now thou hast made many Alexanders.</q> To
                            Parmenio, moreover, Alexander gave the house of Bagoas at Susa, in which
                            it is said there was found apparel worth a thousand talents. Again, he
                            wrote to Antipater bidding him keep guards about his person, since plots
                            were being laid against him. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="7"><p>To his mother, also, he sent many presents, but would not suffer her to
                            meddle in affairs nor interfere in his campaigns; and when she chided
                            him for this, he bore her harshness patiently. Once, however, after
                            reading a long letter which Antipater had written in denunciation of
                            her, he said Antipater knew not that one tear of a mother effaced ten
                            thousand letters. </p></div></div><div type="textpart" subtype="chapter" n="40"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="1"><p>He saw that his favourites had grown altogether luxurious, and were
                            vulgar in the extravagance of their ways of living. For instance, Hagnon
                            the Teian used to wear silver nails in his boots; Leonnatus had dust for
                            his gymnastic exercises brought to him on many camels from Egypt;
                            Philotas had hunting-nets a hundred furlongs long; when they took their
                            exercise and their baths, more of them actually used myrrh than olive
                            oil, and they had in their train rubbers and chamberlains. Alexander
                            therefore chided them in gentle and reasonable fashion. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="2"><p>He was amazed, he said, that after they had undergone so many and so
                            great contests they did not remember that those who conquer by toil
                            sleep more sweetly than those who are conquered by their toil, and did
                            not see, from a comparison of their own lives with those of the
                            Persians, that it is a very servile thing to be luxurious, but a very
                            royal thing to toil. <q type="spoken">And yet,</q> said he, <q type="spoken">how can a man take care
                                of his own horse or furbish up his spear and helmet, if he is
                                unaccustomed to using his hands on his own dear person? </q>
                  </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="3"><p><q rend="merge">Know ye not,</q> said he, <q type="spoken">that the end and object of conquest is to
                                avoid doing the same thing as the conquered?</q> Accordingly, he
                            exerted himself yet more strenuously in military and hunting
                            expeditions, suffering distress and risking his life , so that a Spartan
                            ambassador who came up with him as he was bringing down a great lion,
                            said: <q type="spoken">Nobly, indeed, Alexander, hast thou struggled with the lion to
                                see which should be king.</q>
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