Julius Caesar Page #6

Name something else.

For happened those watching Pompey.

He's been a friend to me.

We speak together easily like brothers.

Yet we couldn't be more different.

He's a great army leader.

His province has made him the richest

and most powerful man in Rome.

Your father wanted you to be a statesman

and now you are a counsel of Rome.

That would have been beyond his dreams.

I need an army.

To turn yourself into a Pompey?

How would you pay and feed such an army?

Your counsel ship already costs a fortune.

Yes, I am counsel and I am broke.

Your attack today was stronger than usual.

There was something else mother, this

attack was different in other ways.

How?

I saw something.

I saw something at that moment.

Not just about myself.

But about the whole humankind.

How we keep ourselves small.

Then I realized I had not been inspired.

And as I watched Pompey I saw

that he was not inspired.

And he would never be inspired.

And I realized the difference

between Pompey and me.

Pompey has merely done something.

But I, am for something.

I need legions.

Pompey has them.

He will lend them to me.

Why would Pompey do that

diminishing his own power.

What could you offer him in return

to equal the value of an army?

We trust in the wisdom of our fathers

And in their laws. and I, Cato,

trust in him.

Hail Pompey!

Cato, you flatter me.

But let us give credit to another man.

For I could not have fought

a war across the sea

Without knowledge that Rome was

in safe hands here at home.

For that we owe a debt of gratitude

to my friend and fellow council,

Gaius Julius Caesar!

Hail Caesar!

This is my daughter, Julia.

- Yes I know we've met.

It would honor my house if you

would give us a recitation.

Not in front of so many people?

- You've done it in larger groups than this.

Father I assure you that I'm

not prepared for it.

Come...

The daughter of Caesar will recite for us.

Tonight,

Stands beside me and prays with me

A man dear to me and dear to the gods.

Mightier in victory than

the kings of Mycnea

With their golden haired horses.

And stronger more than the battle ghosts

That ride the shores of Troy.

Hear me,

Sons of gold headed men.

Hear me sing the victory

Of a man dear to me and to the Gods.

Its really nothing.

- No, Its not your fault.

I'm not sure who's fault it is but I assure you I

will find out and he will be punished severely.

Thank you, councilor.

What is your name?

- Calpurnia.

From which house?

- Lucius Piso.

I'm sorry for staring,

I thought perhaps...

...we met somewhere before.

Would you like to eat together?

- I'd be delighted.

What hour do you call this?

I think it's known as the fifth hour.

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