ALEXANDER

Long enough he hath kept me, to behold
His face as fire--if his it be--and earth
As hell--and thee, begotten of my loins,
Satan.

CAESAR

The firstfruits of thy fatherhood
Were something less than Satan. Man of God,
Vaunt not thyself.

ALEXANDER

I would I had died in the womb.

CAESAR

Thou shalt do better, dying in Peter's chair:
Thou shalt die famous.

ALEXANDER

Ay: no screen from that,
No shelter, no forgetfulness on earth.
We shall be famed for ever. Hell and night,
Cover me!