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And I shall wait. Good night, my king.
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Your majesty,
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A toast to Bagoas,
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And the 30,000 beautiful Persian boys,
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we're training to fight in this great army.
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And to the memory of Philip, had he lived,
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To see his Macedonians transformed into such
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..a pretty army,
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To Philip, to a real hero.
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To Cleitus, and his new appointment as Satrap of Bactria.
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A fancy way of putting it, Ptolemy..
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But we all know what a pension and an
exile is after 30 years service.
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You call governing this major province, exile?
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Has your majesty given any of his closest
companions a province so far from home?
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Then you won't make a very good Satrap, will ya Cleitus?
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So be it! Let me rot in Macedonian rags,
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..rather than shine in eastern pomp!
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I won't quake and bow down like the
sycophants you have around you,
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Hephaistion, Nearchus, Perdiccas.
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As governor of one of our most asian satropies,
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Cleitus, does it not occur to you that if my Persian subjects
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bow down before me, it is important for them to do so?
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Do I insist on Greeks doing the same?
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You accept Greek offerings as a son of Zeus, do you not?
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Only when offered.
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Then why don't you refuse these vain flatteries?