A l e x a n d e r t h e G r e a t 35 Alexander turns to his commanders. His anger subsided. He looks at the commanders who have their mouths open in shock and fear. Alexander himself is astonished as to the turn of events). (Silence) (Alexander rushes to Cleitus’s body and removes the bloody spear, which he then directs to his own throat. The commanders rush to hold Alexander, but he walks to the wall of the tent with the spear directed to his chest. They hold him again and remove the spear off his hands. Alexander falls on the ground in exhaustion. He cries): Alexander: O, Lanice! My dear nanny! I killed your brother. Your sons were killed defending me! How did I retun your favours on me? You raised me as a child and I now kill your brother with my own hands! Oh! Oh! I am a murderer, a murderer! I am the murderer of his own friends! I am the murderer of his own friends! (The commanders hold Alexander and assist him as he exits the stage). -Blackout-
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