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[After Antony orders the murderers of Caesar from Rome]
You may wish as you will. We yet have all the Senate behind us and all the men of quality. [Furious, Antony storms over to Cassius]
[almost berserk with rage] And I have an angry mob, that will roast and eat your 'men of quality' in the ashes of the Senate House!
You're not saying that these men paid me to put their names on here.
Oh, no... I assume they paid Posca.
I AM A SON OF HADES! I FUCK CONCORD IN HER ARSE!
Centurion Vorenus... as was.
[lying in bed] Sir.
[disgusted] Look at the fucking state of you.
It's mourning dress, sir. He...
Mourning? You may well mourn. Caesar is dead, and it was you as good as held the knife. Stand to fucking attention when I'm talking to you! [Vorenus does.] You know that your name is disgraced forever?
I do, sir.
"I do, sir"? Why then are you still alive? Why have you not done your damned duty and opened your stomach?
I would like that above all things, sir. But Dis is my master, and he will take me when he chooses. At present, he wishes for me to suffer here, on this earth.
You are wrong, Centurion. Dis is not your master. I am your master, by sacred oath under the standards of the Thirteenth. [stoops to pick up the rotting head on the floor] And this, I take it, was Erastes Fulmen?
I told him to get rid, but it calms him to look at the thing.
Not content to let our great father die, you start a damn war on the Aventine that threatens to engulf the whole fucking city! [tosses Erastes' head out the door] Now... would you like a chance to redeem yourself, Centurion?
There's no redemption.
No man is beyond redemption, Lucius. Not even you.
Please continue with your threats; I would hate to submit to implication alone.
Clerk (holding up a scroll for all to see): These being the words of Marcus Tullius Cicero: (reading) "When I was a young man, I defended the State. As an old man, I shall not abandon it. I give sincere thanks to Mark Antony, who has generously presented me with the most promising theme imaginable. I address you directly, Antony. Please listen as if you... as if you..."
Go on...
Clerk (shaken): "...please listen, as if you were sober and intelligent, and not a drink-sodden, sex-addled wreck."
[Senators start leaving the Senate hall]
"You are certainly not without accomplishments: it is a rare man who can boast of becoming a bankrupt before even coming of age. You have brought upon us war, pestilence and destruction. You are Rome's Helen of Troy. But then... but then..."
Mark Antony (fuming): Go on... GO ON!
"...a woman's role has always suited you best."
[Antony screams in rage, and proceeds to beat the Clerk to death with the scroll. He looks up and finds the Senate completely empty.]
Oh, how I tire of young men and their ambitions.
[Following the Battle of Mutina]
How many dead in total?
8,000 men, sir, give or take.
8,000?!
Oh, do cheer up! You're still alive, aren't you!?
I do hope so; if this is the afterlife, it is extremely disappointing!
These are my daughters, redeemed from slavery. The eldest has been prostituted, the boy is my wife's child by another man. You will treat them with respect and kindness - or I will know the reason why.
[Following Octavian's proposal to name Brutus and Cassius enemies of the state]
My father died on this floor. Right there. Stabbed 27 times, butchered by men he called his friends. Who will tell me that is not murder? [Several soldiers enter the Senate hall as the Senators mutter angrily] Who will tell my legions, who love Caesar as I do, that that is not murder?! [the soldiers draw their swords. Silence falls] Who will speak against the motion?
[After Octavian uses his position as Consul for his own ends]
Some willow tea, perhaps?
Henbane, more like. I've been outmanoeuvred by a child.
Mark Antony [Giving Agrippa instructions to pass to Vorenus and Pullo about the assassination of Cicero] Tell them to cut off his hands and nail them to the Senate door. I told the old fool I'd do it if he ever crossed me again. Nobody can possibly say that I don't keep my word.
[in tears] I'm preglant!
What?
I'm preglant! Preglant!!
[surprised, but delighted] What, pregnant?
Whatever you call it!
What is your name, young man?
Titus Pullo, sir. Late of the Thirteenth.
Ah, the famous Titus Pullo. I'm honoured.
Likewise, honoured. Talk about famous. Everyone's heard of Cicero.
Yes. I daresay your work today will earn you immortality.
How's that?
I will be in all the history books. My killer's name, no doubt, will live on also.
[slightly disappointed] Ah, my name... thought you meant me. [looks at a fruit tree] Good peaches!
Yes, just getting ripe. There's no way I can dissuade you from your task, I suppose? I have a great deal of money.
No, sorry. Normally, I'd be tempted, but you're far too important. Imagine the fuss, I get back and I haven't done my job.
[Before the Battle of Philippi]
Heavens, I entirely forgot! Today's your birthday, isn't it?
Is it? I believe you're right.
[shakes his hand] Happy Birthday. Sorry there's no cake.
Next year, eh? You bake me an extra big one.
I shan't forget.
No cinnamon, it makes me sneeze.
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