Cleopatra Page #6

Choose, Majesty.

It's not the Senate I'm worried

about but their fat wives.

Here.

Do you know anything

about senators, Charmion?

Well, we only got here

yesterday, Majesty.

Caesar! My sandals.

Hail, Caesar! Caesar comes!

I only stopped

for a last salute.

Oh, no, wait just a minute. There's

something I want to tell you.

Too late, my love. And

get dressed. Get dressed.

I'll be ready.

But the Senate is waiting.

Let them wait. I want a

moment all alone. But...

No, put your arms around me.

Hold me close to you.

I'm frightened of something.

Frightened?

What's the matter?

I love you so much.

And that frightens you?

Nothing must happen to you,

my Caesar.

Nothing will.

I'll send for you

the moment my speech is done.

You must be ready.

Emperor!

Empress!

He passes here.

Tullius. Decimus.

Solinus.

Casca. You, there.

Brutus, beside the column.

Listen!

He must be just arriving.

How long will the speech take?

He's sending for me right after.

You'll be ready.

And how you'll look.

Do you think you might wear this

dress when you get married, too?

What?

I was just thinking of the

great Caesar trying to unhook it.

Charmion.

Listen.

Listen to the cheers now.

Hail! Hail, Caesar!

Hail, Caesar!

Caesar, hail!

Caesar, I warned you.

The Ides of March.

The Ides of March are here.

But not gone.

Caesar!

Caesar comes!

Ah, Caesar.

A pardon, Caesar, for my

brother in exile. Denied.

You tyrant!

Stand back!

Take your hands off me!

Let me get out of here!

Get off me!

You! You, too, Brutus!

A great day for Rome.

Am I all right?

Marvelous.

Beautiful. The senators' eyes

will pop right out of their heads.

Caesar is dead!

What?

Caesar is dead!

Caesar is a traitor to Rome!

His speech is over. It must

be. I hear the shouting.

Apollodorus,

has the messenger come?

Not yet.

I never saw anything

so beautiful.

Let me show you.

How do you like this?

Gorgeous.

Or do you like this?

I am only a man.

How can I tell?

The Queen! The Queen!

Where's the Queen?

Stand!

Stand!

Stop! Stop!

Caesar has been murdered!

Royal Egypt,

Caesar is dead.

How was this? By whom?

I don't know, but I heard

them cry, "Brutus! Cassius!"

As I galloped through the

streets, I heard them shout:

"Caesar is a traitor to Rome!"

Where is he? Where is Caesar?

Dead, Majesty.

The body lies at the foot

of Pompey's statue.

No one will touch it.

I will.

Majesty, you cannot.

No, my Queen. No.

Majesty! Majesty!

They come this way.

They cry for Egypt's blood!

Man the small boat

at the foot of the garden.

Come, my Queen.

Come. We must go. We must

escape. They will kill you.

Think of Egypt.

"Think of Egypt"?

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