Nec dubitavit Dareus quin interfecta esset quia nequisset contumeliam perpeti, exclamatque amens dolore: Quod ego tantum nefas commisi, Alexander? quem tuorum propinquorum necavi, ut hanc vicem redderes saevitiae meae? Odisti me non quidem provocatus; sed finge iustum intulisse te bellum, cum feminis ergo agere debueras? Tyriotes affirmare per deos patrios nihil in eam gravius esse consultum; ingemuisse etiam Alexandrum morti et non parcius flevisse quam ipse lacrimaret.
And Darius had no doubt but that she had been killed because she had been unable to endure outrage, and beside himself with grief he cried: What great crime have I committed, Alexander? Whom of your kindred have I murdered, that you should take this revenge for my cruelty? Me you hate, without provocation, indeed; but suppose that you have justly made war upon me, ought you then to have waged it against women? Tyriotes swore by his countrys gods that she had suffered no violation; that Alexander had lamented her death, and had wept as bitterly as Darius himself was weeping.
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