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But the galley, Caesar,

is ordered to sail.

When I say so.

A letter to Marc Antony, Rome.

Here, you're with me.

Nobody ever hears from him.

Except Marc Antony. He gets

a letter every week or so.

Is it true that Caesar is

really in love... Child, child.

But he doesn't come back

to Rome, does he?

Well, he's missing

a lovely party today.

He doesn't miss

very much any day.

The Queen of Egypt

gives parties, too.

You mean Cleopatra?

Whoa! What? Have you heard

of Cleopatra?

Of course. All kinds

of things. Is she black?

Calpurnia.

My lady.

How beautiful you are. Is there

anything I can get for you?

Yes, a little luck.

The loveliest party

you've ever given, Calpurnia.

Thank you, Flora.

Wonderful.

The wife is always

the last one to know.

So is the husband,

when it comes to that.

They say he's planning

to move the capital to Egypt.

We were talking

of the games.

Have you seen

the new circus, Calpurnia?

I haven't been to the games

since Caesar left.

You should enjoy life more, Calpurnia.

Even Caesar's wife should play.

Why not?

She's above suspicion.

We waited two hours for you

yesterday. What kept you?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'll explain it later.

When is Caesar coming back?

Ever?

Tullius, I'm so sorry to hear

about your brother's exile.

I shall ask a pardon for him

when Caesar returns.

I hope he grants it.

If Caesar returns.

If Caesar returns.

It's rumored all over Rome.

It's been known for days.

If what you say

is true, Cassius...

we're in

a desperate situation.

But I can't believe it.

It is true, Brutus.

I heard with my own ears.

Quiet, Casca.

Let Brutus speak.

The people love you,

Brutus.

They love Caesar.

But he would

make himself king.

And then, where are we?

If I had proof of that...

He plans to divorce Calpurnia

and marry a queen.

This Cleopatra.

And call himself

King of Rome. Of us.

Emperor of the world.

Was I not born as free as

Caesar? And you? And you?

Caesar.

He's everywhere.

Rome is a republic.

It wants no crown.

It will have no king.

Octavia. Hello, dear.

Hello, dear.

Hello, Octavian.

Oh, it's a delightful party.

Sit down with us a moment.

Where's Antony?

Does any wife ever know

where her husband is?

Calpurnia knows

where her husband is.

Sit down just for a minute.

You look tired.

Just for a minute.

No news at all

from Caesar, eh?

I don't expect any.

He's too busy, Octavian.

Well, he shouldn't be too busy

to write to me.

He writes to Marc Antony.

Why Antony and not me?

Why? Tell me why.

Wouldn't you think he'd know the last

people you write to are relatives?

But I'm more than Caesar's

nephew, I'm his heir.

You're my brother, and Marc's my

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