Philip and Alexander注
Phil. You cannot deny that you are my son this time，Alexander；you would not have died if you had been Ammon.s.
Alex. I knew all the time that you，Philip，son of Amyntas，were my father. I only accepted the statement of the oracle because I thought it was good policy.
Phil. What，to suffer yourself to be fooled by lying priests？
Alex. No，but it had an awe⁃inspiring effect upon the barbarians. When they thought they had a God to deal with，they gave up the struggle；which made their conquest a simple matter.
Phil. And whom did you ever conquer that was worth conquering？ Your adversaries were ever timid creatures，with their bows and their targets and their wicker shields. It was other work conquering the Greeks：Boeotians，Phocians，Athenians；Arcadian hoplites，Thessalian cavalry，javelin⁃men from Elis，peltasts of Mantinea；Thracians，Illyrians，Paeonians；to subdue these was something. But for gold⁃laced womanish Medes and Persians and Chaldaeans，—why，it had been done before：did you never hear of the expedition of the Ten Thousand under Clearchus？ and how the enemy would not even come to blows with them，but ran away before they were within bow⁃shot？
Alex. Still，there were the Scythians，father，and the Indian elephants；they were no joke. And my conquests were not gained by dissension or treachery；I broke no oath，no promise，nor ever purchased victory at the expense of honour. As to the Greeks，most of them joined me without a struggle； and I dare say you have heard how I handled Thebes.
Phil. I know all about that；I had it from Clitus，whom you ran through the body，in the middle of dinner，because he presumed to mention my achievements in the same breath with yours. They tell me too that you took to aping the manners of your conquered Medes；abandoned the Macedonian cloak in favour of the candys，assumed the upright tiara，and exacted oriental prostrations from Macedonian freemen！ This is delicious. As to your brilliant matches，and your beloved Hephaestion，and your scholars in lions. cages，—the less said the better. I have only heard one thing to your credit：you respected the person of Darius. beautiful wife，and you provided for his mother and daughters；there you acted like a king.
Alex. And have you nothing to say of my adventurous spirit，father，when I was the first to leap down within the ramparts of Oxydracae，and was covered with wounds？
Phil. Not a word. Not that it is a bad thing，in my opinion，for a king to get wounded occasionally，and to face danger at the head of his troops：but this was the last thing that you were called upon to do. You were passing for a God；and your being wounded，and carried off the field on a litter，bleeding and groaning，could only excite the ridicule of the spectators：Ammon stood convicted of quackery，his oracle of falsehood，his priests of flattery. The son of Zeus in a swoon，requiring medical assistance！ who could help laughing at the sight？ And now that you have died，can you doubt that many a jest is being cracked on the subject of your divinity，as men contemplate the God.s corpse laid out for burial，and already going the way of all flesh？ Besides，your achievements lose half their credit from this very circumstance which you say was so useful in facilitating your conquests：nothing you did could come up to your divine reputation.
Alex. The world thinks otherwise. I am ranked with Heracles and Dionysus；and，for that matter，I took Aornos，which was more than either of them could do.
Phil. There spoke the son of Ammon. Heracles and Dionysus，indeed！ You ought to be ashamed of yourself，Alexander；when will you learn to drop that bombast，and know yourself for the shade that you are？
注：Philip，即Philip II of Macedon （382 BC －336 BC），古代马其顿国王，亚历山大大帝的父亲，公元前 336 年遇刺身亡。
