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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="74"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="4"><p>And in general, as we are told, Cassander’s spirit was deeply penetrated
                            and imbued with a dreadful fear of Alexander, so that many years
                            afterwards, when he was now king of Macedonia and master of Greece, as
                            he was walking about and surveying the statues at Delphi, the sight of
                            an image of Alexander smote him suddenly with a shuddering and trembling
                            from which he could scarcely recover, and made his head swim. </p></div></div><div type="textpart" subtype="chapter" n="75"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="1"><p>Alexander, then, since he had now become sensitive to indications of the
                            divine will and perturbed and apprehensive in his mind, converted every
                            unusual and strange occurrence, were it never so insignificant into a
                            prodigy and portent; and sacrificers, purifiers, and diviners filled his
                            palace. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="2"><p>So, you see, while it is a dire thing to be incredulous towards
                            indications of the divine will and to have contempt for them,
                            superstition is likewise a dire thing, which, after the manner of water
                            ever seeking the lower levels, filled with folly the Alexander who was
                            now become a prey to his fears. Notwithstanding, in consequence of
                            oracular responses regarding Hephaestion which were brought him, he laid
                            aside his grief and betook himself once more to sacrifices and
                            drinking-bouts. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="3"><p>He gave a splendid entertainment to Nearchus, and then, although he had
                            taken his customary bath before going to bed, at the request of Medius
                            he went to hold high revel with him;<note resp="editor" place="unspecified" anchored="true">Cf. <bibl n="Arr. An. 7.25.1">Arrian,
                                        <title>Anab.</title> vii. 25</bibl>.</note> and here, after
                            drinking all the next day, he began to have a fever. This did not come
                            upon him after he had quaffed a <q type="soCalled">bowl of Heracles,</q> nor after he
                            had been seized with a sudden pain in the back as though smitten with a
                            spear; these particulars certain writers felt obliged to give, and so,
                            as it were, invented in tragic fashion a moving finale for a great
                            action. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="4"><p>But Aristobulus says that he had a raging fever, and that when he got
                            very thirsty he drank wine, whereupon he became delirious, and died on
                            the thirtieth day of the month Daesius. </p></div></div><div type="textpart" subtype="chapter" n="76"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="1"><p>Moreover, in the court <q type="title">Journals</q> there are recorded the following
                            particulars regarding his sickness.<note resp="editor" place="unspecified" anchored="true">They are given also by Arrian (<bibl n="Arr. An. 7.25.1"><title>Anab.</title> vii. 25</bibl>).</note> On the eighteenth
                            of the month Daesius<note resp="editor" place="unspecified" anchored="true">June 2, 323 B.C.</note> he slept in the bathing-room because he had
                            a fever. On the following day, after his bath, he removed into his
                            bed-chamber, and spent the day at dice with Medius. Then, when it was
                            late, he took a bath, performed his sacrifices to the gods, ate a
                            little, and had a fever through the night. </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="2"><p>On the twentieth, after bathing again, he performed his customary
                            sacrifice; and lying in the bathing-room he devoted himself to Nearchus,
                            listening to his story of his voyage and of the great sea. The
                            twenty-first he spent in the same way and was still more inflamed, and
                            during the night he was in a grievous plight, and all the following day
                            his fever was very high. So he had his bed removed and lay by the side
                            of the great bath, where he conversed with his officers about the vacant
                            posts in the army, and how they might be filled with experienced men.
                        </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="3"><p>On the twenty-fourth his fever was violent and he had to be carried forth
                            to perform his sacrifices; moreover, he ordered his principal officers
                            to tarry in the court of the palace, and the commanders of divisions and
                            companies to spend the night outside. He was carried to the palace on
                            the other side of the river on the twenty-fifth, and got a little sleep,
                            but his fever did not abate. And when his commanders came to his
                            bedside, he was speechless, as he was also on the twenty-sixth; </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="4"><p>therefore the Macedonians made up their minds that he was dead, and came
                            with loud shouts to the doors of the palace, and threatened his
                            companions until all opposition was broken down; and when the doors had
                            been thrown open to them, without cloak or armour, one by one, they all
                            filed slowly past his couch. During this day, too, Python and Seleucus
                            were sent to the temple of Serapis to enquire whether they should bring
                            Alexander thither; and the god gave answer that they should leave him
                            where he was. And on the twenty-eighth,<note resp="editor" place="unspecified" anchored="true">June 13, 323 B.C.</note> towards
                            evening, he died. </p></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>
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