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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="42"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="1"><p>And it is astonishing that he had time to write so many letters for his
                            friends. For instance, he wrote one giving orders to seek out a slave of
                            Seleucus who had run away into Cilicia; and one in commendation of
                            Peucestas for arresting Nicon, a servant of Craterus; and one to
                            Megabyzus about an attendant who had taken refuge in a sanctuary,
                            bidding him, if possible, entice the slave outside the sanctuary and
                            then arrest him, but not to lay hands upon him in the sanctuary. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="2"><p>It is said, too, that at first, when he was trying capital cases, he
                            would put his hand over one of his ears while the accuser was speaking,
                            that he might keep it free and unprejudiced for the accused. But
                            afterwards the multitude of accusations which he heard rendered him
                            harsh, and led him to believe the false because so many were true. And
                            particularly when he was maligned he lost discretion and was cruel and
                            inexorable, since he loved his reputation more than his life or his
                            kingdom. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="3"><p>Now, however, he marched out against Dareius,<note resp="editor" place="unspecified" anchored="true">In the spring of 330 B.C.</note>
                            expecting to fight another battle; but when he heard that Dareius had
                            been seized by Bessus, he sent his Thessalians home, after distributing
                            among them a largess of two thousand talents over and above their pay.
                            In consequence of the pursuit of Dareius, which was long and arduous
                            (for in eleven days he rode thirty-three hundred furlongs), most of his
                            horsemen gave out, and chiefly for lack of water. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="4"><p>At this point some Macedonians met him who were carrying water from the
                            river in skins upon their mules. And when they beheld Alexander, it
                            being now midday, in a wretched plight from thirst, they quickly filled
                            a helmet and brought it to him. To his enquiry for whom they were
                            carrying the water, they replied: <q type="spoken">For our own sons; but if thou
                                livest, we can get other sons, even if we lose these.</q>
                        </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="5"><p>On hearing this he took the helmet into his hands, but when he looked
                            around and saw the horsemen about him all stretching out their heads and
                            gazing at the water, he handed it back without drinking any, but with
                            praises for the men who had brought it; <q type="spoken">For,</q> said he, <q type="spoken">if I
                                should drink of it alone, these horsemen of mine will be out of
                                heart.</q>
                        </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="6"><p>But when they beheld his self-control and loftiness of spirit, they
                            shouted out to him to lead them forward boldly, and began to goad their
                            horses on, declaring that they would not regard themselves as weary, or
                            thirsty, or as mortals at all, so long as they had such a king. </p></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>
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