Rome 2x2

Son of Hades

& Pullo: You can’t sit here the rest of your life.
    Lucius: I’ve caused the death of my wife. I’ve caused the death of my children. I have caused the death of Caesar. What would you have me do now? Run a butcher’s shop?

& Atia: What sort of woman is she?
    Mark Antony: Who?
    Atia: The Egyptian girl.
    Mark Antony: Oh, her. I barely met her. Skinny thing. Talks too much.
    Atia: Well, she must have something to lure a cold fish like Caesar.
    Mark Antony: She’s a queen. Caesar would’ve fucked Medusa if she’d worn a crown.

& Cleopatra: It is not permitted to touch.
    Mark Antony: Nice manners... for a whore.
    Cleopatra: If I must prostitute myself for the good of my country and my family, I will. But the customer pays first, does he not?

& Cicero: It appears to be a list of every dishonest rascal* in the city.
    Mark Antony: Very droll*. It is a list of candidates for next year’s elections drawn up by our beloved Caesar just before he was taken from us. Posca found it amongst his papers.
    Cicero: Another lucky find? You are prodigious, Posca.
    Mark Antony: I want your endorsement of the names. For the sake of unity and amity, et cetera, et cetera.

& Mark Antony: Now... would you like a chance to redeem yourself, Centurion?
    Lucius: There’s no redemption.
    Mark Antony: No man is beyond redemption, Lucius. Not even you.

& Mark Antony: She was in mourning. She was very gray and formal. She was quite the little mouse.
    Atia: On Jupiter’s stone?
    Mark Antony: On Juno’s cunt.

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& Atia: Servilia, my love, it’s good of you to come.
    Servilia: I am here under protest. Mark Antony’s insistence.
    Atia: He’s a terrible bully, isn’t he? You must be very scared.
    Servilia: Not in the slightest.
    Atia: Well, you need have no fear of me. I wish you no harm, truly. It’s enough for me to know that I have won and you’ve been humbled. We’ve both suffered enough.
    Servilia: You are mocking me, I believe.
    Atia: Not at all. I’m offering you friendship and reconciliation. What do you say? Two friends together?

& Cleopatra: Come here, boy. This is my darling Caesarion. Does he not look exactly like his noble father?
    Mark Antony: Uncanny.
    Atia: Looks nothing like him.

& Cleopatra: Consul, farewell. Your vassal queen shall weep till she sees you again.
    Mark Antony: I shall see you soon, then, I hope.
    Cleopatra: Atia, I have made a friend for life. I feel it.
    Atia: Indeed.
    Cleopatra: Kiss me.
    Atia: Die screaming, you pig-spawn trollop*. ... Safe journey, Your Highness.

& Lucius: As killer of Erastes Fulmen, I claim his captaincy of the Aventine collegium as my rightful spoils. The Aventine is now mine.

& Octavia: Why are you making all this fuss over the money? It was obvious he’d never give it to you. All you’re doing is making mother anxious.
    Octavian: Sister, you must promise me never to speak of what I tell you now.
    Octavia: Oh, gods. I promise.
    Octavian: The Republic is on the brink of an abyss. Antony... Antony’s a destructive brute. The Senate is weak and cowardly, and the plebs are roiling in want and anger. Rome is in need of new leadership. I can provide that leadership.

& Lucius: See, Pullo, I told you I know what I’m about.
    Pullo: It’s not right. The gods don’t like it.
    Lucius: Yeah. What more can the gods do to me? How can they punish me now?

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rascal — мошенник
droll — смешной
spawn — метать икру
trollop — шлюха; неряха

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