CAESAR

Not I.
Hast thou fallen out with me, then, that thy tongue
Disclaims its lingering utterance?

ALEXANDER

Now, by nought,
As nought abides to swear by, folly seen
So plain and heard so loud might well nigh make
Wise men believe in even the devil and God.
What ails you? Whence comes lightning in your eyes,
With hissing hints of thunder on your lips?
Fools! and the fools I thought to make for men
Gods. Is it love or hate divides you--turns
Tooth, fang, or claw, when time provides them prey,
To nip, rip, rend each other?

CAESAR

Hate or love,
Francesco?

FRANCESCO

Why, I hate thee not--thou knowest
I hate thee not, my Caesar.

CAESAR