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husband. I know you both pretty well.

And if I were Caesar, I would

certainly write to Marc Antony.

Ho, there! Marc Antony comes!

Oh, Marc Antony's here!

Wait, wait, wait. I have news.

News?

Another letter from Caesar?

More than a letter.

Caesar is entering Rome.

Caesar is entering Rome!

Marc Antony, please.

I must see you for one day.

No, no, not now.

I came to get Calpurnia.

Slave. Take them.

Did you all hear?

Yes.

Well, well,

and who is this pretty maid?

Hello, darling.

"Hello, darling"?

You'd think she had met me

before. Or is it my fame she seeks?

Oh, he hasn't been to bed. He always

talks like this when he hasn't...

Sleep. I'm above sleep,

my beloved wife.

I'm glad

you're above something.

Ah, in his usual gay mood.

But, come on. We must hurry.

You ready, Calpurnia?

I'm not going.

Sorry?

I shall wait

for my husband here.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Oh, yes, there is. There's

a great deal the matter.

And I'm in no hurry to watch

Caesar's triumphal entry into Rome.

Why, what's the matter

with you?

Do you take us all for fools?

Don't you think we know

what Caesar plans to do?

And what does Caesar

plan to do?

Well, go and listen to him

in the Senate tomorrow...

and you'll learn

what he plans to do.

We don't have to. It's no music

to our ears to hear him desert us.

He's drunk with Egypt,

and he's deserting us.

Antony!

Antony! No! Octavian, no!

Antony...

I know.

There he is! There he is!

Caesar! Hail!

Hail, Caesar!

I thought she gave money.

Her dress is all gold.

She's too gorgeous.

In the shape of a sphinx.

But she is beautiful.

She is.

Oh, I don't know.

Oh, but look

at all those chariots!

Caesar.

Beware the Ides of March.

One date is as good

as another for a funeral.

Beware.

You may go now.

We need nothing more.

Well, Brutus, was I

right about... Be careful.

Must we whisper

what all Rome growls?

Yes, I believe.

Now that I know he's divorcing

Calpurnia to marry her.

That might be

his private affair...

but tomorrow he'll force the Senate

to declare him Emperor and King.

And present Cleopatra to them as... Queen.

Our Queen, Brutus.

Our Queen.

No, Rome cannot be turned

into another Orient...

with golden thrones

for a king and queen.

But I suppose he'll sway

the Senate as he always has.

Oh, no, he won't.

We'll greet Caesar

before he greets the Senate...

and a little blood

will be spilled for Rome.

So today you go

before the Senate to...

Well, all I can say is I

think it's your first mistake.

All I can say is

I don't care what you think.

You always did care

what I thought.

You always agreed.

Ah.

I don't hate women

for nothing.

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