A l e x a n d e r t h e G r e a t 31 Ptolemy: No, Your Majesty. Not here. We will cut off his nose and ears, and put him in display in the most populated town in Persia first. Then we execute him. Alexander: Take him out. (Ptolemy shouts at Bessus). Ptolemy: Come on. (He whips the ground near Bessus’s feet and shouts): Ptolemy: Move. (A commander to Alexander): Commander: My Lord, if what Bessus says is true that the resistance has begun, and considering that in yesterday’s battle we lost 2000 of our soldiers, this means we only have 35,000 soldiers left. We are so far away from home, and … Alexander: That’s not a problem, not at all. There are large troops arriving soon from the west. (A moment of silence). (Alexander walks about in the tent, thinking about the Persian resistance. A man dressed in an Arabin
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