Caesar Must Die Page #3

Rome... a city with no shame.

You too, my dear Naples,

have become a city with no shame.

Excuse me, Fabio, but it seems

to me as though this Shakespeare

has lived on the streets of my city.

Our fathers used to tell us:

"It's better to have a devil rather

than a king as the head of Rome. "

I know you are a true friend.

I have no doubts.

And it seems clear that what you

think and plan involves me too.

I must think about it.

But don't forget this:

"Brutus will rather clean pigsties

than bow his head to a tyrant. "

Look out, Caesar and Anthony are coming.

- Anthony.

- Here I am.

I don't like that Cassius.

I want rounded people around me

that eat and drink.

That one has a pale face, he's wearing

himself out. He studies too much.

Don't you worry,

he's a good guy.

Talk into my right ear.

I can't hear anything on this side.

His family is noble,

you have nothing to fear.

Maybe, but I don't like his face.

I don't like worn out faces.

I have to go now.

Come to my house tomorrow night,

we have to talk again.

I'll be waiting.

Agreed?

Just wait for us.

Meanwhile you, Brutus,

think about the world.

- We have visitors.

- It's Fabio.

Stalls disassembled,

access platforms, electric cables...

Roberto, it's a mess here.

When are you going to finish?

We are rehearsing all around Rebibbia

an that's OK.

But if the stage is not ready,

we'll never perform.

- First you say one thing,

and then another.

- We're not slaves, you know.

Speak with the emperor.

Maybe a woman will sit here.

Lucius!

- Want to rehearse with me?

- Now? - Yes.

- Just us two?

- Yes.

No, you stay in bed.

- Lying down?

- Yes, just like in the scene.

Lying down with your eyes closed.

- Close your eyes.

- Close them? - Yes.

Lucius, wake up.

I'd also like a bit of

this sweet sleeping disease.

Wake up, Lucius!

- Should I wake up now?

- Yes, yes.

- Yes, my master.

- Go look what day it

is on the calendar.

He must die.

If he stays alive,

Caesar will f*** us all.

If it were only me,

I wouldn't care.

But he'll f*** the whole of Rome.

I was very fond of him, it's true,

but if he can put a crown on his head,

he's no longer Caesar.

He becomes, he becomes...

becomes...

he becomes a poi-son-ous snake.

No. If I get this line wrong,

I'm in trouble.

I understand what Shakespeare

is trying to say,

but how can I convey it to the public?

I'll restart.

We saw him at work

yesterday in the forum.

He's looking for a

throne to make his nest

He has risen step by step,

humble and respectful,

because humbleness and respectfulness

are the weapons of ambition.

Now that he's near the top,

he won't certainly turn back.

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