And for more than two years did Antony seek out the assassins of Caesar.
At last, at Philippi,
he was able to set against them his legions and those of Octavian,
who was Caesar's heir.
Cassius was the first to die,
by his own hand,
then Brutus and the others.
Hail Antony !
Hail Antony's legions !
You remember Philippi.
He won it.
My lord.
- This way. - But my tent is this way.
Later. I'll see him later. Octavian depresses me.
You promised.
Well, the fighting's over. We won it all.
Your health should improve quickly now.
Even lf I were to die, my place is with you on the field.
- You were wrong in preventing me. - Caesar was too ill to sit his horse.
Caesar ? Ah, yes. I keep forgetting.
I have inherited the name. I have made it mine.
Why not ? You'll never be confused with the other one.
At least your troops fought bravely, under my command.
Agrippa has kept me fully informed.
What were you doing there ?
The battle was fought on land, between men,
not great lumps of wood bumping on water.
Why did you bring Agrippa ? Were you expecting rain ?
- Shall we choose a piece of land, Antony, just you and I ? - Be quiet.
There are matters we have to talk about.
Have you an objection to Agrippa remaining ?
I object to Agrippa at all times.
Lying here, indisposed, you must have had time to consider the problem.
I think it is best to continue the Triumvirate.
You and I and Lepidus.
Very well.
Lepidus shall have Africa and the islands. You, Spain and Gaul.
Rome and Italy to be administered by the three of us jointly.
- And you ? - All the east.
Then, with Lepidus in Africa and you in the east,
bringing order to Rome and Italy will be my problem.
So it seems.
Spain and Gaul are wot enough for me. I shall need money.
- There have been tax riots in Rome already. - So I've heard.
Done.
And done.
Would Caesar approve, do you think ?
Definitely. Perhaps the veil of Isis would have bothered him just a bit.
Three years.
And Rome remembers him only by the image on a gold coin.
Are they those I brought back with me ?
After all, when Octavian had them struck off,
it was to commemorate Caesar's deification.
So that he could inherit Caesar's divinity together with all the rest.
Even a dead god cannot rewrite his will.
Antony did present Caesarion's claims to the Senate.
He kept that much of his promise.
And he will keep the rest of it.
After almost three years since Caesar's death,
more than a year since Philippi ?
Antony will come. He will need Egypt.
Egypt is you.
That's what I meant, of course. Antony will need me.
Finances ! You make my head hurt when you talk of money.
Now, change the subject.
All right. News from Rome.
Octavian has forced Lepidus out of his command and into exile.
I wish I hadn't-- I wish I had not drunk so much today.
So do I.
Do I trouble you, Rufio ?
Yes, you do.
I'll wager you never found Caesar befuddled by wine.
Nothing, no one ever befuddled Caesar.
Antony, the campaign against Parthia will not be an easy one.
- How many legions have we left ? - Well, it's hard to tell.
- None of them up to strength, so many desertions. - Desertions ?
They haven't been paid in months.
Do you remember when we started into Greece ?
I lived with them, ate with them. I was one of them.
They seem distant to me now, as if they were-- as if they were a memory.
We must find the gold to pay them,
the wheat to feed them, supplies, ships, armor.
And where do you suggest we look for all these ?
- I thought perhaps further to the east. - Syria ?
- Perhaps more to the south. - Ethiopia ?
To the north of Ethiopia--
- I have forbidden you to mention her. - I didn't.
I will not crawl to her, hand held out like a beggar.
- Why has she wot offered me assistance ? - Perhaps she doesn't know.
Of course she knows. She knows everything.
If only out of gratitude for what I've done for her--
- Perhaps she wishes to express it in person. - Then let her come to me.
Am I so much less than Caesar ?
Nor is she less than Cleopatra, queen of Egypt. And you promised--
Queens ! Queen ! Strip them as naked as any other woman, they're no longer queens.
It is also difficult to tell the rank of a naked general.
And generals without armies are naked indeed.
All right. I'll meet her halfway.
I'll send you to her. You order her to come to me.
- If I am to order her, I need not make the journey. - Then summon her.
- Even worse. - Then beg, entreat, cajole. Find the word you like best.
Pour perfume. Whinny like a stallion if you choose.
But see that she comes to me.
I understand your position, Rufio.
Surely you must understand mine.
I do not intend to join that long list of queens...
who have quivered happily at being summoned by Lord Antony.
But surely I didn't say "summoned."
You said "invite." He meant "summon."
In any case, I am the queen of Egypt.
And I choose to remain on Egyptian soil.
Tarsus is not the other end of the world,
- Your Majesty. - If it were one step from Egypt,
that would be too far.
I will meet with Lord Antony...
but only on Egyptian soil.
My lady, a way must be found, a time, a place to satisfy you both.
Must it, Rufio ?
Cleopatra.
Cleopatra !
It is. It must be.
She said never, except on Egyptian soil.
"Never." Something women say to begin with.
You will welcome Queen Cleopatra on my behalf.
You will extend my invitation to a banquet in her honor at the palace tonight.
- Don't you think perhaps -- - Still not convinced, Rufio ? Hurry back.
There's much to be done. Have someone send the cooks to me.
Forgive me, noble Rufio. It is you who do not understand.
Queen Cleopatra, at present below in her chamber, is on Egyptian territory...
and intends to remain on it.
Most learned Sisogenes, you must forgive me when I point out...
that this is Tarsus, not Alexandria.
You are on Tarsus, noble Rufio. I am on Egypt.
Tonight and tomorrow night, if Lord Antony desires to meet Her Majesty,
he will come to her, to Egypt.
I shall do my best, learned friend, to prevail upon Lord Antony to attend.
Marc Antony, how prompt you are.
If I had not been, it would be unforgivable of me.
I had hoped to be here to welcome you as you came aboard.
If you had been, it would be unforgivable of me.
Be more tolerant. Forgive yourself now and then.
Almost three years. Is it possible that you've become even more beautiful ?
Almost three ? That long ?
The time has passed so quickly.
Your necklace. It seems to be made of gold coins.
Coins of Caesar.
- Do you find it attractive ? - Very.
And I find what you're wearing most becoming.
- Greek, isn't it ? - I have a fondness for almost all Greek things.
As an almost all-Greek thing, I'm flattered.
An unusual necklace.
Nothing but gold coins of Caesar.
- How did you come by it ? - I had it made.
I wear it always.
A fabulous feast.
One is so limited when one travels by ship.
This fabulous ship,
together with its queen, the fabulous Cleopatra.
The name of Marc Antony is not exactly unknown to the world.
- Why, in the last year or so since we met -- - Almost three.
By now you have become one-third the master of Rome.
You don't permit yourself to forget him, is that it ?
That's an odd way of putting it. Don't permit myself?
You find it necessary to wear him around your neck ?
You forget, Antony,
in these almost three years, how full your own life has been.
These can't have been uneventful years for you. You rule Egypt alone.
Oh, they have been busy, but not full. There's a difference.
There cannot be enough hours in the days of a queen,
and her nights have too many.
-So I fill them with memories. - Of Caesar ?
And of a dream... that almost came true.
You may remember.
I remember that night in Rome, saying it could still come true.
You said so much that night to so many.
- Let me get rid of them all. - Why ? I have arranged an entertainment.
A dance in the Greek fashion to welcome the god Bacchus.
If I make a great show of going, they'll have to leave too.
Then I can return and we can, uh--
we can talk alone, you and I.
- When would you return ? - In an hour, no more than two.
How long would you stay ?
Until we had nothing more to say.
Are you a strong swimmer ? We sail at sunrise.
I don't understand.
Home to Alexandria, to Egypt.
Then you've come all this way for just this one night?
All this way to make a fool of me.
Perhaps you would feel less of a fool...
lf you stayed the night with me, is that it ?
I've told you before.
With you, words do not come easily to me.
There is too much unsaid within me that I cannot say.
Then I cannot know it.
There is much unsaid within you too.
That is probably true of everybody.
Stay for a while.
I have known you so long but so little.
- Give me time. - Not I,
not Egypt and Rome together.
Not even the gods have time to give you.
But, Antony, use what you have.
Don't waste it by playing at god here in Tarsus...
while Octavian in Rome becomes a god.
He's...
here.
One step behind Caesar, at the right hand of Caesar,
in the shadow of Caesar.
Tell me. Tell me how many have loved you since him ?
One ? Ten ? Anyone ? No one ?
Have they kissed you with Caesar's lips, touched you with his hands ?
Has it been his name you've cried out in the dark ?
And afterwards, alone, has he reproached you,
and have you begged forgiveness of his memory ?
You've come here, then, running over with wine and self-pity...
to conquer Caesar.
For so long now, you've filled my life,
like-- like a great noise that I hear everywhere in my heart.
I want to be free of you, of wanting you, of being afraid.
Yet Caesar would not permit it.
But I will never...
be free of you.
From the first instant I saw you entering Rome...
on that monstrous stone beast,
shining in the sun like a-- like a little gold toy,
how I envied Caesar.
I went suddenly sick with it.
Not his conquests or his triumphs.
Not his titles or the roaring of the mob.
I envied him you.
When we first met in Rome, I remembered you...
and I wondered that I could ever have forgotten.
Remembered me ?
Years ago, when you were a young cavalry officer...
stationed at the palace in Alexandria...
under the command of that fat Roman general.
- What was his name ? - Mm, Gabinius.
Gabinius.
I was 12 years old and I loved you.
- Nonsense. - It's true.
Lovers always want so much never to have loved before.
It's possible, you know.
It becomes a game. Who loved whom first ?
I did.
If you noticed me at all in those days, you were probably terrified of me.
And with good reason. Everybody knows Romans cut up little children...
and feed them to their horses.
We'll make this our beginning.
Beginning with tonight,
you must never envy Caesar...
or anyone, anything again.
After all, this is nothing new.
For so many years,
Antony has fed upon the crumbs...
that fell from Julius Caesar's table.
I say-- I say they are deserving of each other.
Let him stay however distant for however long...
with never a thought of them.
The Roman people hold him close to their hearts.
- Distant ? - Perhaps from Rome...
but not from Caesar, I think, nor from Caesar's son.
Germanicus, do you speak of me ?
No, Octavian. I speak of Caesar.
I am Caesar.
Only while Antony remains...
distant from Rome.
Antony !
Stay not too long in Alexandria !
Germanicus, stay not too long in Rome.
How much of this is known to Antony ?
All of it and more. I have written him regularly--
letters, reports, dispatches by personal messenger.
- And what has he answered ? - He wrote that he was no longer interested...
in the matters I described to him.
That he would not return to Rome.
That he understood quite clearly what was at stake, what he would lose.
But that he would not leave you.
Ah, well, let's try the goat.
All right.
Let's have that goat again. There. Not too much.
There. Mm-hmm.
The milk of a cow, of a goat and of an ass.
Which, would you say, is best for softening the beard ?
Is it true that Octavian shaves but once a week ?
Even then, he has merely to face the wind and let the fuzz blow away.
You knew, didn't you, that Germanicus was here from Rome ?
Yes.
Have you strong feelings about beards ? I had one in my youth. Bright red it was.
Why haven't you seen him ?
When you go,
must it be for very long ?
I must take some of these back with me. They don't have them.
At least they didn't when I was last in--
in Rome.
While they were digging the foundation of my tomb,
the workers found an old wall.
Someone had scratched on it hundreds of years ago,
"You were not here last night, and I could not sleep.
Will you be here tonight ?"
Do you suppose they ever met again ?
Everything that I shall want to hold or look upon or have or be...
is here now with you.
I must not be sorry for myself.
Queens are sometimes no better at that than kings, or even princes.
It doesn't seem fair.
What I feel I should have felt long ago...
when I was very young, when I could say to myself that this was how love was...
and how it would be.
But to have waited so long, to know so suddenly,
this late...
how it hurts, how love can stab the heart.
Be careful with Octavian.
Well, let him be careful with me.
The Romans want no war between the two of you.
In any case, you are not ready yet.
War ? The world is filled with love. There will be no more wars.
You must have your share.
Your titles and powers must be spelled out exactly.
There can be no question of your complete authority in the East.
Antony, how will I live ?
The same as I.
One breath upon the other,
each bringing us one breath... closer.
You take so much of me with you so far.
Remember, remember. They'll want you to forget. Please--
Forget ? How ?
I can never be more far away from you than--
than this.
He will come first to Brindisium.
Agrippa and I plan to, uh, welcome his arrival with a great ceremony.
Antony must be made to know how dear to the hearts of the Romans, of us all,
he is and has been.
He has been away for a very long time.
Perhaps we can persuade him to stay with us even longer.
Perhaps, Octavia, if you came to Brindisium, you could help.
You may have forgotten. It is no more than six months since--
Begging the pardon of Agrippa and our ancestors,
I do not agree that a young widow must retire from life.
You haven't left my house since your husband died.
If only for the sake of your health, the change alone--
Then, begging the pardon of my Lord Agrippa and our ancestors,
I would look forward very much to the change.
Nothing. No one could possibly shine more brightly in the sun.
Not only Antony, I know of no man...
who would not hold out his greedy fists for Octavia.
After all, what greater pledge could I offer...
of my goodwill toward him ?
And how could Antony more clearly show his love of peace and Rome...
- than by accepting ? - And Cleopatra ?
Are you suggesting we invite her to the wedding ?
Do you remember Julius Caesar when he returned...
and those months at the end while she was in Rome ?
There was a poison in his heart, in his brain.
Yes, I know. The falling sickness.
But more than that. Cleopatra.
- I remember well. - Antony is no Caesar.
I am grateful for that.
Granted that he marries Octavia,
will he forget Cleopatra ?
Will she permit him to forget ?
Most probably not.
- Have I permission to speak ? - Tell me quickly.
A galley came to Pelusium with news from Rome.
Lord Antony and Octavian Caesar have met and sealed a great pact.
Antony has taken ten more legions and all of the East for his domain.
Egypt will be declared ally of Rome.
It is done.
- There is more. - No. No more, my lord.
- He's afraid. - Is there anything more ?
Forgive me, divine Majesty. There-- There has been a marriage.
A marriage of state.
Between Octavia, the sister of Caesar,
and Lord Antony.
Anything more ?
They're presently in Athens.
Sometime, within the year, Lady Octavia is to return to Rome.
Lord Antony will come to Alexandria...
to negotiate the alliance of Rome and Egypt.
Leave me.
No.
Completely alone.
Antony !
Do you find it pleasing, my lord ?
Huh ?
Oh, yes. Very.
It was made here in Athens. Not as practical as our Roman ones, of course.
The Greeks have such a weakness for beauty.
Does the dinner not please you, my lord ?
Very much. I'm not particularly hungry.
If there is anything that would please you more--
Believe me, I am pleased, Octavia.
The gods know you do nothing but please me, in every way.
Word from Domitius ?
He never even reached the palace.
As a matter of fact, he was not permitted through the city gate.
If I may be excused.
There is no need for you to go.
When I hear matters of state discussed by men,
invariably I find myself wondering about...
why the wine has gone sour.
Good night, Rufio.
Good night, my lord.
Domitius turned away at the gate.
That makes how many ?
Five of your ambassadors turned away within this year.
Now, if you'd gone in the first place--
It was the only favor I ever asked of you. You granted it.
The treaty with Egypt must be made.
For too long we have received no wheat, no gold--
I cannot go to her to negotiate a treaty !
She will have no one else.
And what if she should... turn me away ?
That would be quite impossible.
Have you ever really left her ?
No.
For three days now I have waited for an audience with you, alone.
What is the purpose of the audience ?
Get out, all of you. I wish to see Her Majesty privately.
- You stand before the throne of Egypt. - I know where I am !
- You will state your purpose. - Matters I have no intention of discussing publicly.
I do not grant private audiences to unidentified persons.
I am Marcus Antonius.
I know who you are. What are you, at the moment ?
Envoy of Rome, pro-consul of all the Roman Empire to the east of Italy.
An impressive title.
Worthy, perhaps, of a private audience ?
Without a treaty of alliance with Egypt,
you could not hold the territories under your command.
- True ? - Possibly.
Then, Lord Antony, you come before me...
-as a suppliant. - If you choose to regard me as such.
I do.
You will therefore assume the position of a suppliant before this throne.
You will kneel.
- I will what ? - On your knees.
You dare ask the pro-consul of the Roman Empire--
I asked it of Julius Caesar.
I demand it of you!
Now, you may have the treaty you asked for...
on the follow ingconditions.
By your authority as pro-consul of Rome,
you will cede to Egypt immediately the following territories:
Judea,Jordan, Armenia, Phoenicia, the provinces of Sinai and Arabia,
the islands of Cyprus and Crete.
You ask for one-third of the Roman Empire.
Put it another way.
I give to you two-thirds.
Most generous. I, uh, cannot accept.
I suggest you deliberate further.
Perhaps consult with your superior...
-in Rome. - My superior ?
Octavian.
Caesar Octavian ?
You have not been dismissed.
You are now dismissed.
Outside, all of you. Her Majesty and I will speak in private.
Out ! Before I chop you up and feed you to my horses.
That's how Romans frighten little girls.
They like to frighten little girls. Wait outside.
I married Octavia at her brother's insistence, before all Rome,
as a gesture of good faith, a guarantee of peace, a bargain sealed.
With a kiss ? Or did you simply shake hands on your wedding night ?
The people of Rome were celebrating the marriage, even before I arrived.
- How could I refuse ? - By saying no.
As you have said no to all my demands.
But they're impossible, unreasonable.
- Conditions one lays down for a helpless enemy. - You're not helpless... yet.
I cannot cede to you the territories you want.
It would lead to an open break between Rome and me.
Why do you think I asked for them ?
It would be playing into Octavian's hands, what he hopes for.
- It would not be wise ! - What is wise ?
To hand over Rome, Italy, the world to Octavian ?
To grovel publicly before his authority ?
Take his sister to wed and to bed...
as if to beg forgiveness...
for having stayed so long with your Egyptian harlot.
What has angered you ?
That I dealt with Octavian however I could or that I married his sister to do it ?
-Jealousy or politics ? Which ? - Both !
And damn you for not understanding either.
It would not occur to me to look to you for instruction.
Which is why you have come back chained to Octavian like a slave.
- Slave ! - And with such an exquisite set of chains.
So softly spoken, so virtuous.
She sleeps, I hear, fully clothed.
- I've come back. That's all that should concern you. - Should it ?
How long before your master snaps his finger and you run back to him, or her ?
I have only one master. My love for you.
No.
Your master must not be love.
Never love.
Give yourself to love,
and you give yourself to forget fulness...
of what you are and who you are and what you want.
And what you want is worth so much more ?
I will not have love as my master.
- Then you will not have love. - Not will I have Octavian.
- Never fear. - How confident you are.
And has Octavian a master ?
His ambition: to rule the Roman world as emperor and god.
The Roman world, to begin with.
And what stands in his way ?
- You and I. - And my son,
the rightful heir to the name and glory of great Caesar.
Octavian has already stolen those,
and he will now destroy, in the name of his sister, the love Rome has for you.
And by your marriage to her, he has made of me unmistakably your whore.
Never fear Octavian ?
It is he now who, I think, must be unafraid.
Show me a city, and I'll tell you how to take it.
Let me face an army. I'll smell out its weak points, hit them hard where they are.
But make me to sit down and talk in whispers of this and that...
with an emphasis here and a shrug there, and I'm soon confounded and defeated.
Meaning to do the best, I suppose I--
I supposed I could not have done worse.
There is still time.
Let someone ask me what I want.
To live with you in peace and love.
Do you have-- Do you have conditions for total surrender ?
First, as did Caesar,
you will marry me according to Egyptian ritual.
That's not a condition. That's a reward.
You will declare, by your authority,
Caesarion to be king of Egypt,
and we will rule together in his name.
Happily granted.
You will cede to Egypt all the territories I have demanded.
You must,
if only to assert your-- your own authority and power.
Otherwise, inevitably, in time we will lose everything.
Can't you see that ?
I can see nothing... but you.
I am no longer content to forgive Antony !
To marry this Egyptian according to their barbaric rites.
Meaningless under Roman law ! Great Caesar himself--
Yes. Bit by bit Antony crawls behind his memory.
But tell us this, Germanicus.
Did great Caesar also toss one-third of the Roman Empire...
into Cleopatra's undoubtedly deserving lap ?
Let it be known that the territories in dispute...
were subjugated by Julius Caesar.
There can be no question that the right to rule over them is the heritage of his son.
And in the name of the mighty Caesar,
I grant to King Ptolemy Caesarion that right.
And let it be known that the greatness of Rome lies not in what she takes...
but in what she gives.
"Rome's greatness lies in what she gives," he says,
then calmly gives what is not his.
And Cleopatra takes and will take more.
And war will come.
She knows and I know...
that war will come.
But I will not speak for it,
nor will I speak against Antony.
I must be forced into war.
The people of Rome must force this war upon me.
They must storm the doors of the Senate crying for it.
If we move quickly, the Romans will not know we have crossed the Mediterranean...
until we land in Greece.
You and General Rufio will start embarking the troops at once.
Yes, Your Majesty.
I fit is decided to move our armies into Greece.
It has been decided.
My men do not... travel well by sea.
They fight on land. They move on land.
Your men will do as they are told, as mine will.
My men will do as they're told by me. They have not yet become--
They are still Roman.
However,
since I do as I'm told--
The final decision will, of course, be Lord Antony's.
And I'm sure that in time, he will make it. That is all.
It would be wiser, I think, not to disagree in the presence of our officers.
Your officers.
And what final decision have you decided I am to make ?
Why do you oppose transporting our armies to Greece ?
Because I do not want war against Rome.
One hundred thousand men led by Marc Antony.
Octavian is no fool. He won't fight.
He won't want to. He'll have to, instantly, on the spot where they land.
Rome will not declare war against you.
I do not agree.
I have not asked for your opinion.
Not for some time. Not since I doubted the necessity of building...
three hundred ships.
The way to prevent war is to be ready for it.
Have 300 warships ever been built for war without war ?
We shall have what we want without it.
Your Majesty, please hear me.
I think we are very near the edge.
Strings are being pulled, and not by us.
We are being manage dandmaneuvered without our choosing.
The deputation sent on behalf of Lady Octavia,
chosen from the most highly revered men of Rome.
Why? They can take back to their people...
nothing but Lord Antony's--
Forgive me--
insulting and unnecessary divorce of her and his rejection of them.
It was done at my bidding. The responsibility is mine.
The doing was mine.
- What do you propose ? - Let me go to Rome. Let me approach Octavian--
if possible, the Roman people-- and assure them that we want peace.
Go then. Go to Rome.
Sisogenes !
Take care.
He's very dear to you, that old man.
Your concern and worry are written all over you.
Forgive me, but it's a kind of love that you're showing.
Let them talk. Let them negotiate all they want.
Time is on our side. We can only grow stronger.
These walls must not believe their ears...
to hear such silence...
from the right,
from the left.
The call of the Roman people can be clearly heard,
yet the Roman Senate...
has no answer.
Shall we then just sit...
and listen ?
There is not one of us, August Caesar,
that would not willingly make war upon Cleopatra.
But how...
without also making war upon Marc Antony,
loved by Rome and loving Rome ?
" Loved by Rome and loving Rome."
I have here the last will and testament...
of Antony, who so loved Rome.
Read for your selves...
how dearly Antony loves you, loves Rome...
in this, his last will under his seal.
Only lately brought from Egypt...
and deposited in our holy temple at Antony's request...
by the distinguished Sisogenes.
An extraordinary mission for an extraordinary man.
So wise, so close to Cleopatra, so trusted by her.
Read in Antony's will...
at the end.
Commit to memory the last request of your beloved Antony.
It bears witness to his love for Rome.
When he is dead, it says,
when Marc Antony has died,
it is his wish to be buried...
in his beloved Alexandria !
- In Egypt,
among Egyptians,
beside his Egyptian whore !
Is what I say the truth ?
Do I speak the truth ?
- War ! - War !
I hold before you the Golden Spear of War,
placed in to my hands without dissent...
by the command and will of the Senate of Rome.
And now it is you, the people of Rome, who must direct me.
Where is the enemy ?
Where is Egypt ? Show me the way !
No ! No !
There !
There is Egypt.
And so once more, the Romans warred upon each other.
And just as Antony had foretold,
the forces of Octavian came to meet them...
on the spot where they landed,
which was at Actium, in Greece.
The action will begin with the rising of the sun tomorrow.
Your battle plan is very brave, very simple.
You might bring it off on land, but there are a hundred reasons to debate its wisdom on the sea.
I have an enemy who faces me on land with fewer troops, on sea with fewer ships.
Let him debate the wisdom of his position.
I have a happy choice-- to destroy him wet or dry. I have chosen wet.
And I think it best, Euphranor,
that you report to Queen Cleopatra aboard her vessel in the harbor.
There, if you like, you may point out to her...
the hundred reasons why my brave simplicity has failed.
In any case, you are relieved of your battle command.
This final commitment of yourself, your ships, of all of us...
to fight Octavian at sea; when did you decide, my lord ?
Forgive me, Rufio. I had--
Canidius and I have worked very hard for many months.
We have organized and trained an army of almost 200,000 men...
from 20 different countries.
- They will not be wasted -- - Of which, tonight, some 20,000 foot soldiers and cavalry...
will be herded and whipped onto the decks of those ships,
to be dragged out to sea tomorrow, puking and afraid.
- Why, my lord ? Why ? - Because I have decided it will be so !
I would consider it an honor...
to fight beside Lord Antony at any time, anywhere.
Spoken like a Roman, Ramos.
And you shall fight at my side, in Rufio's place.
Rufio, you will remain with Her Majesty aboard her vessel.
- As you command. - Canidius, you will remain with the land forces,
cheering from the hilltop, if you like.
- As you command. - Exactly.
As I command.
You're all dismissed.
Antony.
What has happened ?
To me ?
You have happened to me.