His father is governor of Media, and though he has the greatest command given him of all the rest of my generals, he still covetously desires more, and my being without issue spurs him on to this wicked design. But Philotas takes wrong measures.
A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole world was not sufficient.
Shall I, that have destroyed my Preservers, return home?
How happy had it been for me had I been slain in the battle. It had been far more noble to have died the victim of the enemy than fall a sacrifice to the rage of my friends.
I am dying from the treatment of too many physicians.
Oh! Most miserable wretch that I am! Why have I not learnt how to swim?
