Our revered Cleitus Ptolemy and Hephaistion.
The best you can do, Cleitus?
Go quickly, Cleitus, before you ruin your life.
Then go, Antigonus, and Cleitus.
Exile? From where, Cleitus?
Have another drink, Cleitus.
Cleitus. That's a fancy way of putting it,
My Cleitus. This man you can always trust,
Cleitus. Oh, my Cleitus .
Cleitus. That's a fancy way of putting it, Ptolemy.
My Cleitus. This man you can always trust, Alexander.
Cleitus, make sure the wine flows steady all day.
Attalus! Cleitus! For Zeus' sake, he beat you, man!
Even Cleitus, your father's favorite and Ptolemy, your friend, yes.
Cleitus. Alexander, you look weak when you
not accept these honors.
Philip! To Cleitus and his new appointment as satrap of Bactria.
Then you won't make a very good satrap, will you, Cleitus?
What, by Ares,
did we look forward to but to be discarded in the end, like Cleitus?
You mock my shame for Cleitus and say I would harm a hair of my father's head.