Oh! Oh! Cleopatra Page #2

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Mark, thou art a chiseler

of the worst kind.

Ah, a robin.

No, 'tis the call for the banquet.

Banquet?

Yes, it is my birthday.

Surely thou will come to the banquet?

Will I come to the banquet? I hope

to tell you, Cleo, I hope to tell you.

Bring on my birthday cake.

And let there be music.

What, thou too, Brutus?

Ah, the three Rhythm Boys.

Hold. It will be better for Caesar

if we use these Roman candles.

Hey, lay off that lunch hook.

Cleo belongs to me.

She likes me as much as she

does you, don't you, kid?

I like thee both.

Well, you gotta choose between us now,

you can't be a sister to both of us.

Why not fight it out among thyselves?

- That's not a bad idea. What'll we do?

Go thee into the lion's den and fight,

and he who wins, shall win my hand.

What do you mean, fight lions? Nothing

doing, nothing doing. No lions for me.

Make it rabbits, though,

and I'll take you up.

You coward. Daniel went into

the lion's den and came out alive.

Yeah, but don't forget,

there's a big difference between

the lions now, and the lion's den.

Ah, my birthday cake.

Quite a donut, quite a donut.

- Yes.

I hope there's enough to go around.

Listen, I got a great idea.

Suppose we all dive into the cake

and the one that gets the

biggest hunk, gets little Cleo.

No, I have an idea.

He who really wishes my hand

shall have a chariot race.

A chariot race?

A chariot race, chariot race,

that's good, that's good.

Yes, and he who wins shall be

my house guest for a week.

Toots, make it six months

and I'll go for them lions.

Ah, no, sir, no, sir,

we'll stick to the horses.

Since a baby, horses

have been my hobby.

I shall light the candles.

No, no, I shall light the candles.

- No, I'll settle it.

Thy both shall light the candles.

- Splendid, splendid.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen,

here we are in dear old Alexandria.

The city is packed to overflowing

with the happy crowds

who didst come to witness

this great race of the century

between Julius Caesar

and Mark Antony.

Ah, her majesty Queen Cleopatra

enters the royal box.

The sun shines beautifully.

Oh, boy, what a wondrous day for this

great classic. There they are now.

Believe it, folks, they're almost ready.

Caesar looks a little bit nervous.

Ah, but Antony has the confidence

of a future champion.

Hold it for a still.

Thank you.

- Thank you.

Caesar's does make

a runaway race of it....

Parlez-vous Francais?

- Ya-ya.

At the quarter Caesar doth lead

by a length. Antony close up.

How they biting, son?

- Okay.

Very good, very good.

At the half, Caesar doth hug the rail.

Antony closing fast.

Into the stretch they come,

in a wondrous driving finish.

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