Gaius Octavian Caesar Augustus Tribute I Rome

Caesar's son has sold away all his own property to honour his father's wishes. He is a surprising boy, isn't he? Such vim and vigour for one so young. They say it's a considerable army he's raised. Many veterans also. Eighth legion, then. Seventh legion. To Octavian. Caesar, rather. Octavian's brought his army to Rome. The boy's a bit aggressive, isn't he? My boy gave your man a whipping. That ******* little brat, Octavian, shall pay! Caesar himself could not have conjured a finer victory. I am Caesar himself. Perseus and Panza are dead. But it is well known that actual command of the battle was in their hands. The purpose of a battle is to remain alive. They did not. I did. If I cannot have a triumph, I was rather thinking of taking the consul's chair. You're too young to be senator. Leave alone consul. My dear boy, you have no experience. You have no connections. He has an army. You must promise to be guided by my consul. I will not utter a word without your advice or consent. Perhaps something can be done. Vumptuous young fool. If we play this right, we can take Brutus and Cassius by surprise. They will be expecting to face only you and your troops. Do you understand what I'm saying, or shall I speak more slowly? Caesar, my arse. I suggest we divide the territory of Rome into three. I sense that you are a good and honest man. I'm not wrong, am I? Who gets what? I haven't considered that yet. I remain queen of Egypt. You are Egypt. She'll look well in nothing but chains. You should have Rome and the West. I will make do with Egypt and the eastern provinces. That would work. I have been so scared. I'm not anymore. No? Still mother that performs the wifely function, is it not? What are you going to do about it? Come with me to Rome. Perhaps next summer when our mourning for Antony is done. Yes, or perhaps sooner. She betrayed Antony so that she might live. Why would she lose her now? It's a voyage so soon after a death. Please. You would be doing me an immense honor by coming with me as a guest. You are a ferocious little cunt. You can't have that effect on people. Gaius. Octavian. Caesar. As my first act in this reborn republic, and in honor of my father, I propose a motion to declare Brutus and Cassius murderers and enemies of the state. My dear boy, this is not what we agreed. It is not. Nevertheless, here we are. I shall send my women to their house, where they shall remain in seclusion under guard until I say otherwise. I'll do no such thing. Silence. As you split the chamber, the unity of the republic. Step away from my chamber. There is a list of the most prominent friends and supporters of Brutus and Cassius left in Rome. We should kill them before they learn what we're about. Evil. You shall leave this city and you shall not come back. How can I refuse? You must bring her to me. You say her to me. My father died on this street. Right there. Stabbed 27 times, butchered by men he called his friends. Who will tell me that is not murder? Who will tell my legions, who love Caesar as I do, that that is not murder? Who will speak against the motion? Or else what, boy? You shall leave this city or I will declare our alliance is broken. For who would not weep when he hears that the great Mark Antony pays homage to foreign gods? You will be a figure of fun. He blackens his eyes with shunt like a prostitute. That he has abandoned his wife, his child and his country. The proles will laugh at you in the street. I am asked if he has gone mad, if he is bewitched. I have no explanation. Your soldiers will mock you behind your back. We may weep for him, but then we must do our duty. For he is no longer a Roman. Strike me. But an Egyptian. And what is left for us to do but fight him. Fight him and destroy him. The debauchery and chaos we have had to endure will now end. Rome shall be again as she once was.