CAESAR

Whom should thy radiant Rose
Have found so fit to ingraff with, and bring forth
So strong a scion as I am?

ALEXANDER

By my faith -
Wherein, I know not--by my soul, if that
Be--I believe it. God forgot his doom
When he thou hast slain drew breath before thee

CAESAR

God
Must needs forget--if God remember. Now
This thing thou hast loved, and I that swept him hence
Held never fit for hate of mine, is dead,
Wilt thou be one with me--one God? No less,
Lord Christ of Rome, thou wilt be.

ALEXANDER

Ay? The Dove?

CAESAR

What dove, though lovelier than the swan that lured
Leda to love of God on earth, might match