All language subtitles for Caesar and Cleopatra (1945)

(Men Laughing)

(Dice Rattling]

By Apis!

Persian, thy gods are good to thee.

Try yet again, O Captain.
Double or quits.

No more. I'm not in the vein.

Captain! A stranger approaches!

Stand! Who goes there?

The bearer of evil tidings.

(Captain]
Pass him in!

(Laughing]

Who art thou that laughest
in the house of Cleopatra the queen...

and in the teeth of Belzanor,
the captain of her guard?

I am Bel Affris, descended from the gods.

- Hail, cousin.
- (Others) Hail, cousin!

(Laughs) All the queen's guards
are descended from the gods... save myself.

I am a Persian descended from many kings.

Hail, cousins.

Hail, mortal.

You have been in battle, Bel Affris,
and you are a soldier among soldiers.

You will not let the queen's women
have the first of your tidings.

I have no tidings...

except that we shall all
have our throats cut presently...

women, soldiers and all.

I thought so.
Tell us what befell.

- Aye! Tell us!
- Tell us! Tell us!

Know then that I serve in the guard
of the temple of Ra here in Memphis.

We went to Alexandria
to inquire of King Ptolemy...

how we of Egypt should deal
with the Roman, Pompey...

newly come to our shores after his defeat
by Caesar at Pharsalia.

Caesar defeated Pompey?
Does Roman, then, fight Roman?

Even as Egyptian fights Egyptian.

What did you learn from the queen's brother,
Ptolemy the pretender?

We learnt that Caesar is coming also
in hot pursuit of his foe...

and that Ptolemy has slain Pompey.

Nay, more.
We found that Caesar is already come.

For we had not made half a day's journey
on our way back...

when we came upon a city rabble
fiying from his legions.

And ye the temple guard...
did you not withstand these legions?

What men could, that we did.

But this Caesar throws a legion at you
where you are weakest...

as he throws a stone from a catapult.

And that legion is as a man with one head,
a thousand arms... and no religion.

- I have fought against them, and I know.
- (Soldiers Chortling)

- Were you frightened, cousin?
- (Laughing)

- No, cousin, but I was beaten.
- (Laughing)

- Could you not die?
- There was no time.

All was over in a moment.

But now I am come to warn you
that you must open your gates to Caesar...

for his advance guard
is scarce an hour behind me...

and there is not an Egyptian warrior
left standing between you and his legions.

- Woe! Alas!
- Nail him to the door! Quick!

Now this news will run through the palace
like fire through stubble.

What shall we do
to save the women from the Romans?

- Why not kill them?
- Because we should have to pay blood money.

Better let the Romans kill them.
It's cheaper.

- O subtle one. O serpent.
- But your queen.

True. We must carry off Cleopatra.
I will take her on the crupper of my horse.

- (Women Screaming)
- Fly! Fly!

- What's the matter now?
- The sacred white cat has been stolen!

(Screaming, Shouting)

(Blowing Horn)

(Hammer Ringing On Anvil)

(Men Chattering)

Hail, Sphinx.

Salutation from Julius Caesar.

I have wandered in many lands
seeking the lost region...

from which my birth into this world
exiled me...

and the company of creatures
such as I myself.

I found fiocks and pastures,
men and cities...

but no other Caesar...

no air native to me,
no man kindred to me...

none who can do my day's deed
or think my night's thought.

In the little world yonder, Sphinx...

my place is as high as yours
in this great desert.

Only I wander, and you sit still.

I conquer, and you endure.

I work and wonder.

You watch and wait.

Sphinx, you and I...
strangers to the race of men...

are no strangers to one another.

Have I not been conscious of you
and of this place since I was born?

Rome is a madman's dream.

This is my reality.

My way hither was the way of destiny...

for I am he of whose genius
you are the symbol-

part brute, part woman...

and part god.

Nothing of man in me at all.

Have I read your riddle, Sphinx?

(Woman]
Old gentleman.

Immortal gods.

Old gentleman, don't run away.

"Old gentleman, don't run away"?

- This toJulius Caesar?
- Old gentleman.

Sphinx, you presume on your centuries.

I'm younger than you, though your voice
is but a girl's voice as yet.

Climb up here, quickly,
or the Romans will come and eat you.

A child at its breast.

A divine child.

Come up, quickly.

You must get up at its side
and creep round.

Who are you?

Cleopatra, queen of Egypt.

Queen of the Gypsies, you mean.

You mustn't be disrespectful to me,
or the sphinx will let the Romans eat you.

Come up. It's quite cozy here.

What a dream.

What a magnifiicent dream.

Only let me not wake.
(Laughs)

Take care.

Ah. That's right. Now sit down.

You may have the other paw.

It is very powerful and will protect us...

but it wouldn't take any notice of me
or keep me company.

I'm glad you've come.
I was very lonely.

Did you happen to see
a white cat anywhere?

Have you lost one?

Yes. The sacred white cat.
Isn't it dreadful?

I brought him here
to sacrifice him to the sphinx.

But when we got a little way from the city,
a black cat called him...

and he jumped out of my arms
and ran away to it.

Do you think that the black cat
can have been...

my great-great-great-grandmother?

Your great-great-great-grandmother?

Well, why not? Nothing would surprise me
on this night of nights.

I think it must have been.

My great-great-grandmother's
great-grandmother...

was a black kitten of the sacred white cat.

And my blood is made with Nile water.

That is why my hair is so wavy.

What are you doing here this time of night?

- Do you live here?
- Of course not. I am the queen.

And I shall live in the palace of Alexandria
when I've killed my brother who drove me out of it.

When I'm old enough, I shall do just what I like.

I shall be able to poison the slaves
and see them wriggle...

and pretend to Ftatateeta, my nurse,
that she's to be put into the fiery furnace.

Meanwhile, why are you not at home
and in bed?

Because the Romans are coming
to eat us all.

- You aren't at home in bed either.
- Oh, yes, I am.

I live in a tent, and I am now in that tent
fast asleep and dreaming.

Do you suppose I believe you are real,
you impossible little dream witch?

You are a funny old gentleman.
I like you.

That spoils the dream.

Why don't you dream that I'm young?

I wish you were.
Only I think I should be more afraid of you.

I like men, especially young men
with round, strong arms.

But I'm afraid of them.

You are old and rather wrinkly.

But you have a nice voice,
and I like to have someone to talk to.

Though I think you are a little mad.

It is the moon that makes you
talk to yourself in that silly way.

Oh, you heard that, did you?

I was saying my prayers to the Great Sphinx.

- But this isn't the Great Sphinx.
- What?

This is only a dear little kitten
of the sphinx.

Why, the Great Sphinx is so big,
it has a temple between its paws.

This is my pet sphinx.

Tell me. Do you think the Romans
have any sorcerers...

who could take us away from the sphinx
by magic?

Why? Are you afraid of the Romans?

Oh, they would eat us if they caught us.
They are barbarians.

Their chief is called Julius Caesar.

His father was a tiger
and his mother a burning mountain...

and his nose is like an elephant's trunk.

They all have long noses
and ivory tusks and little tails...

and seven arms
with a hundred arrows in each.

And they live on human fiesh.

Would you like me to show you
a real Roman?

No. Oh, you're frightening me.

No matter. This is only a dream.

- It is not a dream. It is not a dream. See?
- (Yelps)

How dare you!

You said you were dreaming.
I... I only wanted to show you.

Oh, come, come. Don't cry.

- (Sniffiing)
- A queen mustn't cry.

Cleopatra, can you see my face well?

Yes.

It is so white in the moonlight.

Are you sure it is the moonlight...

that makes me look whiter
than an Egyptian?

Do you notice that I have
a rather long nose?

- It is a Roman nose, Cleopatra.
- (Screams)

(Shrieking)
Bite him in two, sphinx! Bite him in two!

I meant to sacrifice the white cat.
Indeed I did. Indeed!

Cleopatra, shall I show you a way
to prevent Caesar from eating you?

Do, do, do. I will steal the crown jewels
and give them to you.

I will make the river Nile
water your lands twice a year.

My child, your gods are afraid of the Romans.

You see? The sphinx dare not bite me
nor prevent me carrying you off toJulius Caesar.

You won't. You won't.
You said you wouldn't.

Caesar never eats women,
but he eats girls and cats.

Now, you're a silly little girl,
and you're descended from the black kitten.

You're both a girl and a cat.

- And will he... eat me?
- Yes.

Unless you make him believe
that you're a woman.

Oh. Then you must get a sorcerer
to make a woman of me.

- Are you a sorcerer?
- Perhaps.

But it'll take a long time, and this very night
in the palace of your fathers...

you must stand face-to-face with Caesar.

No, no. I daren't!

Whatever dread may be in your soul,
however terrible Caesar may be to you...

you must confront him
as a brave woman and a great queen.

And you must feel no fear.

If your hand shakes,
if your voice quavers...

- Then night and death.
- (Sighs)

But if he thinks you worthy to rule...

he will set you on the throne by his side
and make you the real ruler of Egypt.

No. He will find me out.
He will find me out.

He is easily deceived by women.

- Their eyes dazzle him.
- Then we will cheat him.

If you do that,
he will eat you at one mouthful.

Oh, no, no. Please. I will be good.
I will do whatever you tell me.

- ** (Horn Blowing]
- I will be your slave.

- Hark.
- What was that?

Caesar's voice.

Let us run away.
Come! Oh, come!

You are safe with me until you
stand on your throne to receive Caesar.

- Lead me to your palace in the desert.
- Oh, I will. I will.

Come, come, come.
The gods are angry.

- Do you not feel the earth shaking?
- It is the tread of Caesar's legions.

This way, quickly.
And let us look for the white cat as we go.

It is he who has turned you into a Roman.

Incorrigible.

Oh, incorrigible.

Come! Oh, come!

(Whimpering Yelp)

Ftatateeta?

What place is this?

This is where I sit when I'm allowed
to wear my crown and robes.

Ftatateeta!

(Whimpering]

Order the slave to light the lamps.

- Do you think I may?
- Of course.

You're the queen. Go on.

Light all the lamps.

(Woman]
Stop!

Who is this you have with you?

How dare you order the lamps
to be lighted without my permission?

(Caesar]
Who is she?

- Ftatateeta.
- Chief Nurse to...

I speak to the queen. Be silent.

Is this how your servants know their place?
Send her away.

Do as the queen has bid you.

You are the queen.
Send her away.

Ftatateeta, dear, you must go away.
just for a little.

You're not commanding her to go.
You're begging her.

You're no queen. You'll be eaten.
Farewell.

No, no, no! Don't leave me.

A Roman does not stay with queens
who are afraid of their slaves.

I am not afraid.
Indeed, I am not afraid.

We shall see who is afraid here.

- Cleopatra...
- On your knees, woman!

Am I also a child that you dare
trifle with me?

Slave.

Can you cut off a head?

Yes.

Have you remembered yourself, mistress?

O Queen, forget not thy servant
in the days of thy greatness.

Go! Begone!

Go away!

Give me something to beat her with.

- (Ftatateeta Squeals)
- So, you scratch, kitten, do you?

I must beat somebody.

(Whimpering)

I will beat him.

- (Whimpering)
- There!

There! There! There!

(Cleopatra Shrieking)

I am a queen at last.

A real, real queen.

Cleopatra, the queen.

Oh, I love you for making me a queen.

But queens love only kings.

I will make all the men I love kings.

I will have many young kings
with round, strong arms.

And when I am tired of them,
I shall whip them to death.

But you will always be my king...

my nice, kind, wise, good old king.

Oh, my wrinkles.

You will be the most dangerous
of all Caesar's conquests.

Caesar? I forgot Caesar.

You will tell him that I'm a queen,
won't you? A real queen.

Listen.

Let us run away and hide
until Caesar is gone.

If you fear Caesar, you are no true queen.

And though you were to hide
beneath a pyramid...

he would go straight to it
and lift it with one hand.

- And then... (Chomps)
- (Yelps)

Be afraid if you dare.

** (Horns Blow]

- Caesar approaches the palace of Cleopatra.
- Oh!

Come.

Take your place.

Ho there, Teetatota.

How do you call your slaves?

Clap your hands.

Totateeta.

Bring the queen's robes and her crown
and her women.

And prepare.

Yes, the crown, Ftatateeta.
I shall wear the crown.

For whom must the queen
put on her state?

For a citizen of Rome. A king of kings.

How dare you ask questions!

Go and do as you are told.

** (Horns Blowing]

Of all the queen's women,
these two alone are left.

- The rest are fied.
- (Caesar) Two are enough.

Poor Caesar generally has to dress himself.

The queen of Egypt is not a Roman barbarian.

Be brave, my nursling.
Hold up your head before this stranger.

Are you trembling?

No, I... I...

You must tell Caesar that I am the queen.

He will not ask me.

He will know Cleopatra by her pride,
her courage...

her majesty and her beauty.

Is it sweet or bitter
to be a queen, Cleopatra?

Bitter.

Cast out fear
and you will conquer Caesar.

(Horns Blowing)

Halt! Forward, sentinel!

Fly! Fly!

Fly! The Romans are in the courtyard!

- The Romans are in the courtyard!
- (Attendant) We are lost!

(Attendants Shrieking, Shouting)

The queen must face Caesar alone.

Answer "So be it."

So be it.

- Good.
- (Soldiers In Distance, Indistinct]

(Cleopatra Shrieks, Whimpers]

You are my nursling.
You have said "So be it."

And if you die for it,
you must make the queen's word good.

(Soldier]
Forward march!

Now, if you quail...

Hail, Caesar!

(All)
Hail, Caesar!

(Squeals)

(Man Singing Out, Indistinct)

(Man #2]
Ripe fiigs!

(Continues, Indistinct)

Fresh mackerel!

Fresh mackerel!

Fresh mackerel!

Fresh mackerel!

Fresh mackerel!

(Woman]
The Romans! The Romans!

- They're coming!
- ** (Drums Beating March In Distance]

- They're coming!
- (Crowd) The Romans are coming!

(Crowd Shouting, Screaming)

- (Man] What are you running away from?
- My children! My children!

The Romans won't eat them.

They're as civilized as you or I.

- (Crowd Screaming)
- (Drums Beating)

(Screaming Continues)

(Soldier)
Halt!

(Drums Stop)

- Attention!
- (Drum Tattoo)

We wait here for our second in command, Rufio.

This city is Alexandria.

Remember that...
Alexandria, the capital of Egypt.

You've got to behave yourselves here.

Be stiffish with the men,
but you may fraternize with the women.

- (All Laughing)
- Silence!

Silence, I tell you!

** (Trumpet Fanfare]

That is Rufio.

Attention!

Half turn left!

- (Soldier) Half turn left!
- (Soldier #2) Half turn right!

- Centurion.
- Sir!

See that building?
That's the royal palace.

Caesar's in there.
I'm going now to join him.

Keep a platoon of picked men within call.
They may be wanted.

- Picked men. You understand.
- Yes, sir.

- What are these Romans?
Peasants brought up to scare crows.

- Sons of smiths, millers and tanners.
- (Centurion Calling Out Men]

And are we not nobles consecrated to arms,
descended from the gods?

The gods are not always good
to their poor relations.

O subtle one. O serpent.

(Centurion]
...1 6, 1 8, 2 4-

Let us wait and take sides
with the winner.

- Ptolemy.
- Cleopatra.

Cleopatra... or Ptolemy.

- (Crowd Chattering]
- (Man] The king of Egypt has a word to speak.

Peace! For the king's word.

Take notice of this, all of you!

I am the first-born son
of Auletes the Flute Blower...

who was your king.

My sister Berenice drove him
from his throne...

and reigned in this stead, but... but...

- "The gods would not suffer"...
- Yes.

The gods would not suff...

- The gods...
- (Man, Prompting] "Impiety. "

I forget what the gods would not suffer.

The king wished to say the gods would not suffer
the impiety of his sister to go unpunished.

(Ptolemy)
Yes, yes. I remember the rest of it.

Therefore, the gods sent a stranger...
one Mark Antony...

a Roman captain of horsemen
across the sands of the desert...

and he set my father again
upon the throne.

(Prompting]
'And now"-

And now that my father is dead...

my sister Cleopatra would snatch
the kingdom from me...

and reign in my place.

- But the gods would not suffer-
- "Will not maintain"...

Oh, yes.
Will not maintain such iniquity.

But with the help of the witch Ftatateeta...

she has cast a spell
on the Roman Julius Caesar...

to uphold her false pretense to rule Egypt.

Take notice then that I will not suffer...

that I will not suffer...

What is it that I will not suffer now?

(Ornaments Jangle)

The king will not suffer a foreigner
to take from him the throne of our Egypt.

(Crowd Clamoring)

Tell the king, Achillas, how many soldiers
and horsemen follow Julius Caesar.

But two Roman legions, O King.

3,000 soldiers and scarce
a thousand horsemen.

(Crowd Laughing)

Peace, ho!

(Laughter Stops]

Caesar approaches.

The king permits
the Roman commander to enter.

Which is the king...
the man or the boy?

I am Pothinus,
the guardian of my lord the king.

So you're the king.

Dull work at your age, eh?

Your servant, Pothinus.

- And this gentleman?
- Achillas, the king's general.

Ah. A general.

I am a general myself,
but I began too old.

Health and many victories, Achillas.

As the gods will, Caesar.

And you, sir, are...

Theodotus, the king's tutor.

So, you teach men
how to be kings, Theodotus.

That is very clever of you.

And, uh, this place?

The council chamber of the chancellors
of the king's treasury, Caesar.

That reminds me. I want some money.

The king's treasury is poor, Caesar.

Yes. I noticed there is but one chair in it.

Bring a chair there, some of you, for Caesar.

- Caesar.
- Oh, no, no, my boy.

That is your chair of state.

Sit down. Sit down.

- (Toots)
- (Clicks Tongue)

A chair for Caesar.

(Crowd Murmuring)

- Sacrilege.
- (Crowd Gasping, Murmuring]

Sit on that, Caesar.

Oh, I forgot. I had not made my companions
known to you, Pothinus.

This gentleman is Rufio,
my comrade-in-arms.

- This is Britannus, my secretary.
- How do you do?

He is an islander from the western end
of the world.

(Random Notes)

(Melody)

- (Clears Throat)
- (Plays Melody Badly)

(Whispering)
Caesar, the tax returns.

A surplus, as you predicted.

Now, Pothinus, to business.

I want 1 6,000 talents.

- (Crowd Gasping)
- Impossible.

There is not so much money
in the king's treasury.

The royal taxes have not been collected
for a whole year.

Oh, yes, they have, Pothinus.

My officers have been
collecting them all morning.

- (Sputters)
- (Crowd Muttering]

Is it possible that Caesar,
the conqueror of the world...

can find time to occupy himself
with such a trifie as our taxes?

My friend, taxes are the chief business
of a conqueror of the world.

You must pay, Pothinus.

But in return for your bounty, I will settle
this dispute about the throne for you, if you will.

You say the matter
has been at issue for a year.

- May I have 1 0 minutes at it?
- You will do as you please doubtless.

Good.

But first let us have Cleopatra here.

Cleopatra? She is not in Alexandria.

I think she is. Call Totateeta.

Ho there, Teetatota!

Who pronounces the name of Ftatateeta,
the queen's chief nurse?

(Caesar) No one can pronounce it, Tota,
except yourself.

Where's your mistress?

- (Giggles)
- (Crowd Murmuring]

Will the queen favor us
with her presence for a moment?

Am I to behave like a queen?

Yes.

You may go, Ftatateeta.

(Crowd Gasping]

Caesar! This is how she treats me always!

If I am king, why is she allowed
to take everything from me? (Crying)

You are not to be king,
you little crybaby.

You are to be eaten by the Romans.

Come here, my boy, and stand by me.

Take your throne. I don't want it.

Go this instant
and sit down in your place!

Go, Ptolemy.
Always take a throne when it's offered you.

- Now, Pothinus...
- Aren't you going to speak to me?

Be quiet. Open your mouth again
before I give you leave...

and you shall be eaten.

I am not afraid.
A queen must not be afraid.

Eat my husband there if you like.
He's afraid.

- Your husband? What do you mean?
- That little thing.

Husband?

Caesar, you're a stranger here
and do not know our laws.

The kings and queens of Egypt may not marry
except with our own royal blood.

Ptolemy and Cleopatra
are born king and consort...

just as they're born brother and sister.

Caesar, this is not proper.

- Not proper?
- I say it is a scandal.

Scandal or not, my friend,
it opens the gates of peace.

Hear then what I propose.

Hear Caesar there!

Ptolemy and Cleopatra
shall reign jointly in Egypt.

- (Crowd Gasps]
- (Pothinus] Monstrous!

Peace with honor, Pothinus?

- (Man] What conceit!
- (Pothinus) A Roman trick!

No! We will not have it!

(Crowd Shouting)
No! No!

(Shouting Continues]

Caesar, be honest!

The money you are demanding
is the price of our freedom.

Take it and leave us
to settle our own affairs.

- Yes. Go back to your own country.
- (Crowd Clamoring)

Egypt belongs to us, not to you.

Egypt for the Egyptians!

(Crowd Shouting)
Egypt for the Egyptians!

Egypt for the Egyptians!

(Rufio)
Egypt for the Egyptians?

Do you forget there's a Roman army
of occupation here...

left by Aulus Gabinius when he set up
your toy king for you?

And now under my command.

I am the Roman general here, Caesar.

And also the Egyptian general, eh?

That is so, Caesar.

So you can make war on the Egyptians
in the name of Rome...

and on the Romans... on me if necessary...
in the name of Egypt.

That is so, Caesar.

And which side are you on at present,
if I may presume to ask, General?

On the side of the right...
and of the gods.

Mmm. How many men have you?

That will appear when I take the field.

Are your men Romans?
If not, it doesn't matter how many there are.

- (Pothinus] Insolence!
- We shall see, my friend.

(Laughs)
It is useless to try to bluff us, Rufio.

Caesar has been defeated before,
and he may be defeated again.

- What can you do with 4,000 men?
- (Crowd Laughing)

And what can you do without money?
Away with you!

(Crowd Clamoring)

- Go back to your deaths.
- Away with Caesar!

(Crowd)
Away with Caesar!

- (Pothinus] Away with you! Out of our country!
- (Crowd Shouting) Away with Caesar!

Caesar, why do you let them
talk to you like that?

Are you afraid?

Well, my dear, what they say is quite true.

But if you go away, I shall not be queen.

I shall not go away until you are queen.

(Hisses)

- (Women Gasping, Whispering]
- What is she doing?

Achillas, if you are not a fool...

you will take that girl
while she is under your hand.

Why not take Caesar as well, Achillas?

Well said, Rufio. Why not?

(Scoffs)
Try it, Achillas. Try it.

- Let us take Caesar and hold him!
- (Crowd Clamoring)

(Clamoring Continues)

(Rufio)
Guards! Guards there!

(Crowd Gasping, Clamoring)

(Britannus)
Peace, Egyptians!

You are Caesar's prisoners,
all of you.

Oh, no, no. By no means.

Caesar's guests, gentlemen.

Caesar's guests.

Won't you cut their heads off?

What, cut off your brother's head?

Why not?
He'd cut off mine if he got the chance.

- Wouldn't you, Ptolemy?
- I would.

I will, too, when I grow up.

(Sneers)

- Caesar, if you attempt to detain us...
- (Rufiio] He will succeed, Egyptian.

Make up your mind to that.

The road to Rome is open,
and you shall travel it if Caesar chooses.

I could do no less, Pothinus,
to secure the retreat of my own soldiers.

I am accountable for every life among them.

I am the king's guardian.

I stand on my right here.
Where is your right?

It is in Rufio's scabbard, my friend.

I may not be able
to keep it there much longer.

- (Crowd Muttering)
- And this is Roman justice.

Not Roman gratitude, I hope.

Is Caesar's life of so little account to him
that he forgets that we have saved it?

My life? Is that all?

Your life, your laurels, your future.

I can call a witness to prove that but for us...

the Roman army of occupation led by Pompey...
the greatest soldier in the world...

would now have Caesar at its mercy.

Ho there, Lucius Septimius!

Come forth and testify before Caesar.

No. No.

Yes, I say.
Let the military tribune bear witness.

(Theodotus]
Lucius Septimius.

Bear witness, Lucius Septimius.

Caesar came to Egypt
in pursuit of his foe.

Did we shelter his foe?

As Pompey's foot
touched the Egyptian shore...

his head fell by the stroke of my sword.

We have given you a full
and sweet measure of vengeance.

Vengeance?
If I could stoop to vengeance...

what would I not exact from you
as the price of this murdered man's blood?

Was he not my son-in-law, my ancient friend?

Am I Julius Caesar, or am I a wild beast...

that you fiing to me the gray head
of the old soldier, the laureled conqueror...

and then claim my gratitude for it?

Oh, begone. You fill me with horror.

(Septimius, Scoffiirg]
You have seen severed heads before, Caesar.

And severed right hands, too, I think...

some thousands of them
after you vanquished the king of the Gauls.

Did you spare him with all your clemency?
Was that vengeance?

Would that it had been.

Vengeance, at least, is human.

No, by the gods.

Those severed right hands...

and the brave king of the Gauls
basely strangled in a vault beneath the Capitol...

were a wise severity...

a necessary protection to the commonwealth,
a duty of statesmanship...

follies and fictions 1 0 times bloodier
than honest vengeance.

What a fool I was then.

To think that men's lives should be
at the mercy of such fools.

Lucius Septimius, pardon me.

Why should the slayer of the king of the Gauls
rebuke the slayer of Pompey?

You are free to go,
all here in this palace.

Free? Achillas's army... renegades and all?

Free, Rufio.

Lucius Septimius,
you're free to go with the rest.

Or stay if you will,
and I'll find a place for you in my service.

The odds are against you, Caesar.

I go.

Farewell.

Come, Pothinus, Achillas,
whilst there is yet time.

Do you suppose he'd let us go
if he had our heads in his hands?

Caesar, this is not good sense.

Your duty to Rome demands that her enemies
should be prevented from doing further mischief.

It's no use talking to him, Britannus.
You may save your breath to cool your porridge.

But mark this, Caesar.
Clemency's very well for you.

But what is it for your soldiers
who have to fight tomorrow...

the men you spared yesterday?

You may give what orders you please,
but l, for one, will take no prisoners.

I'll kill my enemies in the field.

Then I shall never have to fight them again.

(Sighs) Now, with your leave,
I'll see these gentry off the premises.

What? Have they left the boy alone?

Shame. Shame.

Come, Your Majesty.

Is he... Is he turning me out of my palace?

You're welcome to stay if you wish.

Go, my boy. I'll not harm you.

But you'll be safer
away among your friends.

Here, you're in the lion's mouth.

It's not the lion I fear, but the jackal.

- (Rufio Chuckling)
- Brave boy.

Little silly! You think that very clever.

Britannus, attend the king.

Give him in charge of that Pothinus fellow.

And this piece of goods...
what's to be done with her?

However, I suppose I may leave that to you.

Did you mean me to go with the rest?

You're free to do
just as you please, Cleopatra.

Then you don't care
whether I stay or not.

Of course, I'd rather you stayed.

Much, much rather?

Much, much rather.

Then I consent to stay...
because I am asked.

But I do not want to, mind.

That is quite understood.

- Totateeta!
- (Giggles)

Her name is not Totateeta.
'Tis Ftatateeta.

Well, Tafiatafeeta will forgive
the erring tongue of a Roman.

Tota, the queen will hold state
here in Alexandria.

Engage women to attend upon her
and do all that is needful.

Am I then the mistress
of the queen's household?

No. I am mistress of the queen's household.

Go and do as you are told, or I will have you
thrown into the Nile this very afternoon...

to poison the poor crocodiles.

Oh, no, no, no.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

You are very sentimental, Caesar.

But you are clever.

And if you do as I tell you...

you will soon learn how to govern.

(Crowd Cheering)

(Man)
Pothinus!

(Crowd)
Hail! Hail, Pothinus!

- Achillas!
- Lucius Septimius!

Egypt for the Egyptians!

(Crowd)
Egypt for the Egyptians!

Egypt for the Egyptians!

(Crowd Clamoring)

(Laughs)

(No Audible Dialogue)

- What?
- Your barley water, Caesar.

Ftatateeta!

Ftatateeta!

Get up, child.
You must be bathed this morning.

No. I had my month's bath
the day before yesterday.

In future, you must have a bath every day.

No, no. I should die of it.

You must. Your life is changed.

You are still my child, but to all others
you are now a grown woman and a queen.

Yes. I am a queen.

Ftata, what will Caesar do with me?

Ask rather what you will do with him.

Ah. My child, you have charmed him.
You are safe. You are powerful.

I will guide you until you learn
how to guide yourself.

Fear nothing.

Who could fear Caesar?
He is not great and terrible.

He's only an elderly gentleman.

Rather sad-looking and wrinkled,
but very kind.

He is a magician, and magicians
can change their shapes as they please.

Everything about him is magical.

He would not sleep in the golden chamber...

but made his soldiers bring a bare stretcher
from the camp and put it in his study.

Even then, he did not sleep in it,
but sat up working like a slave all night.

Yet, everyone obeys him as if he were a god.

I think he is a god in disguise.

For he has changed your nature,
has he not?

Oh, yes, he has. That is true.

Ftatateeta, before he came...

I was afraid of you
more than anyone else on earth.

And now...
I'm not afraid of you at all.

Tell me. What must I do to begin with
now that I'm really a queen?

You must begin by having a bath every day.

- Oh.
- Come, child, and get it over.

- You will soon get used to it and love it.
- Never. It is too dreadful.

Oh, well, if I must be washed again so soon,
Ftatateeta, it must be a scented bath.

- Have you scented it?
- No. Caesar hates perfumes.

And if you redden your lips,
he will not kiss you. Come on.

He must indeed be a god.

(Sighs)
For only a god could be so unlike a man.

- No!
- (Guards Laughing]

Cleopatra, I really think
I must eat you after all.

You mustn't talk to me now
as if I were a child.

You have been growing up
since the sphinx introduced us that night.

You think you know
more than I do already.

No. That would be very silly of me.

Of course I know that, but...
Are you angry with me?

- No.
- Then why are you so thoughtful?

I have work to do.

Work? What nonsense.

You must remember you are a king now.
I have made you one.

- Kings don't work.
- And who told you that, little kitten, eh?

My father was king of Egypt,
and he never worked.

Well, he lost his throne.
And how did he get it back again?

I will tell you. A beautiful young man
with strong, round arms...

came over the desert with many horsemen
and gave my father back his throne.

I was only 1 2 then.

Oh, I wish he would come again
now that I am a queen.

I would make him my husband.

It might be managed perhaps...

for it was I who sent that beautiful young man
to help your father.

You know him?
Has he come with you?

Oh, I wish he had.

I wish he had.

He is many, many years
younger than you, is he not?

He is somewhat younger.

Would he be my husband, do you think,
if I asked him?

- Very likely.
- But I shouldn't like to ask him.

Could you... Could you not
persuade him to ask me...

without knowing that I wanted him to?

My poor child.

Why do you say that
as if you were sorry for me?

- Does he love anyone else?
- I'm afraid so.

Then I shall not be his first love.

Not quite the first.
He is greatly admired by women.

Oh, I wish I would be the first.

But if he loves me,
I will make him kill all the rest.

Tell me. Is he still beautiful?

Do his round, strong arms
shine in the sun like marble?

He is in excellent condition
considering how much he eats and drinks.

(Groans)

You mustn't say common,
earthly things about him.

I love him. He is a god.

- What is his name?
- His name is Mark Antony.

Mark Antony.

Mark Antony.

Mark Antony.

- What a beautiful name.
- (Chuckles)

Oh, I love you for sending him
to help my father.

(Crowd Clamoring]

You must run away for a little,
and send my secretary to me.

Oh, no, no, no. I want to stay
and hear you talk about Mark Antony.

But if I don't get to work,
Pothinus and the rest of them...

will cut us off from the harbor,
and then the road to Rome will be blocked.

No matter. I don't want you
to go back to Rome.

But you want Mark Antony to come from it.

Oh, yes, yes, yes. I forgot.
Go quickly, Caesar.

And keep the way over the sea open
for my Mark Antony.

(Crowd Clamoring]

(Clamoring Continues)

- What now?
- This, Caesar.

- And two of my comrades killed in the marketplace.
- Why?

There's an army come to Alexandria
calling itself the Roman army.

- The Roman army of occupation.
- Commanded by one Achillas.

- Well?
- The citizens rose against us

- They set upon us. I cut my way out.
- Good. I'm glad to see you alive.

- Rufio, we're besieged.
- What, already?

- Caesar! Caesar!
- Yes, yes. I know.

Comrade, give the word to turn out
on the beach and stand with the boats.

Get your wound attended to.
Britannus, go with him.

Rufio.

- We have some ships in the west harbor. Burn them.
- Burn them?

Take every boat we have in the east harbor and
seize the Pharos... that island with the lighthouse.

Leave half our men behind to hold the beach
and the quay outside this palace.

That's the way home to Rome.

For the rest, Egypt for the Egyptians.

Well, you know best, I suppose.
Is that all?

That's all. Those ships burnt yet?

Be easy. I shall waste no time.

Caesar, Pothinus demands speech with you.

- Where is he?
- Waits in the council chamber.

In my opinion, he needs a lesson.
His manner is most insolent.

- Well, Pothinus?
- I have brought you our ultimatum, Caesar.

Ultimatum? The door was open.

You should have gone out through it
before you declared war.

- You're my prisoner now.
- I your prisoner?

Do you know that King Ptolemy...

with an army outnumbering
your little troop by a hundred to one...

is in possession of Alexandria?

Well, get out of here if you can.

And tell your friends not to kill
any more Romans in the marketplace.

Otherwise my soldiers,
who do not share my celebrated clemency...

will probably kill you.

Pass the word to the guard.
Pothinus is now prisoner.

Britannus, fetch my armor.

(Crowd Clamoring Outside]

Caesar! See there.

(Caesar]
What? The ships ablaze already? Impossible.

(Rufiio] It's not my doing.
The Egyptians have saved me the trouble.

- They have captured the west harbor.
- And the east harbor? The lighthouse, Rufio.

Can I embark a legion in five minutes?

The first cohort's already on the quay.
If you want faster work, come and do it yourself.

Patience, Rufio. Patience.

Patience. Who's impatient here... you or I?

Forgive me, Rufio,
and hurry them as much as you can.

(Man]
Help! Help! Help!

Help! Woe! Alas!

Woe! Alas!

- Help! Woe! Woe!
- What?

- Woe! Woe! Woe!
- What?

Help. Help. Help.

- Who is slain?
- Slain?

Worse than the death of 1 0,000 men.

Loss irreparable to mankind.

What's happened, man?

The fire has spread from your ships.

- The library of Alexandria is in fiames.
- Oh, is that all?

Rufio, is Britannus asleep?
I sent him for my armor an hour ago.

- Britannus! Britannicus!
- (Rufiio] Britannus!

Caesar, will you go down to posterity
as a barbarous soldier...

too ignorant to know the value of books?

Oh, Theodotus, I'm an author myself.

Good.

What is burning there
is the memory of mankind!

A shameful memory. Let it burn.

Would you destroy the past?

Aye, and build the future with its ruins.

Hearken to me, Theodotus, teacher of kings.

I cannot spare you a man
nor a bucket of water just now...

- But you shall pass freely out of the palace.
- Oh!

Away with you to Achillas.
Borrow his legions to put out the fire.

Caesar, posterity will bless you.

Will you stay to talk whilst
the memory of mankind is burning?

Sentry! Pass Theodotus out.
Away with you! Away with you!

I must save the library!

What's this? You let him go?
More clemency.

I have let him go to save the library.

- We must respect literature, Rufio.
- Folly on folly's head.

Besides, every Egyptian we imprison...

means imprisoning two good
Roman soldiers to guard him, eh?

I might have known there was some fox's trick
behind your fine talking.

(Laughing)

(Rufio)
All ready there?

- All ready!
- We await for Caesar!

Tell them Caesar is coming.
The rogues.

Ho, Caesar's guard there!
Push off.

All except the longboat.
Stand by it to embark.

I am going to dress you, Caesar.
Sit down.

Caesar, this is not proper.

These Roman helmets are so becoming.

Oh!
(Laughing)

What are you laughing at?

You're bald!

- Cleopatra.
- So that's why you wear the wreath... to hide it.

Peace, Egyptian.

They are the bays of the conqueror.

- Peace, thou... islander.
- (Blusters)

You should rub your head
with strong spirits of sugar, Caesar.

That will make it grow.

Cleopatra, do you like to be reminded
that you're very young?

No.

Neither do I like to be reminded
that I'm... middle-aged.

Now.

Oh. How nice.

You look only about 50 in it.

You mustn't speak in that manner to Caesar.

Is it true that when Caesar
caught you on that island...

you were painted all over blue?

Blue is the color worn by all Britons
of good standing.

In war, we stain our bodies blue...

so that, though our enemies
may strip us of our clothes and our lives...

they cannot strip us
of our respectability.

(Giggling]

Oh. Let me hang this on.

Now.

You look splendid.

Now, Caesar!

(Sighs)
Have you done talking?

The longboat awaits you.
The others race to the lighthouse.

Is this well set today, Britannicus?

At Pharsalia, it was as blunt
as a barrel hoop.

It'll split one of the Egyptian's hairs today,
Caesar.

I've set it myself.

Oh! You're not really going
into battle to be killed?

No, Cleopatra.
No man goes into battle to be killed.

Oh, but they do get killed.
My sister's husband was killed in battle.

You mustn't go.

- Let him go.
- (Caesar, Britannus Laughing)

Please. Please don't go.

What will happen to me
if you never come back?

- Are you afraid?
- No.

Come to the balcony
and you shall see us take the Pharos.

You must learn to look on battles.

Then take me with you.
Let me come with you to the Pharos.

No, no, my child.
You must stay here till I return.

That is well.

- Now, Rufio, march.
- Oh!

- You won't be able to go.
- Why? What now?

They're drying up the harbor with buckets.

A multitude of soldiers. Over there.

They're dipping up the water.

This is your accursed clemency, Caesar.
Theodotus has brought them.

I meant him to, Rufio.
They've come to put out the fire.

The library will keep them busy
whilst we seize the lighthouse, eh?

(Chuckles)
More foxing.

Caesar.

Cleopatra, if all goes well,
I shall be back this evening.

- (Soldier] All aboard!
- Good-bye!

(Cleopatra)
Good-bye.

(Soldiers]
Hail, Caesar!

Give way there!

Good-bye, my Caesar.
Come back safe.

Good-bye.

(Crowd Chattering)

- (Man) Who goes there, eh?
- (Soldier) Stand!

Who are you?

Centurion, I am Apollodorus the Sicilian.

My calling is to choose beautiful things
for beautiful queens.

Carpets for the queen's apartments
in the palace.

The queen? Oh, yes, yes. Pass him in.

Pass all these bazaar people in to the queen
with their goods.

But mind you pass no one out
that you have not passed in...

not even the queen herself.

(Laughing)

I have brought my caravan
past three sentinels...

all so busy staring at the lighthouse
that not one of them challenged me.

- Is this your Roman discipline?
- We're not here to watch the land, but the sea.

Who's this piece of Egyptian crockery?

Apollodorus, rebuke this Roman dog!

And bid him bridle his tongue in the presence
of the mistress of the queen's household.

This is a great lady
who stands high with Caesar.

Ftatateeta!

What are you dreaming of?

Ftatateeta!

No, no! You must not come.
There are men here.

- Oh, that ever I was born!
- Ftatateeta, I've thought of something.

- I want a boat at once.
- A boat?

No, no. You cannot.

Apollodorus, speak to the queen.

Beautiful queen.

I am Apollodorus the Sicilian,
your servant from the bazaar.

I have no time for carpets today.
Get me a boat.

You cannot go on the water
except in the royal barge.

Royalty, Ftatateeta, lies not in the barge,
but in the queen.

The touch of Your Majesty's foot on
the meanest boat in the harbor will make it royal.

Apollodorus, you are my perfect knight,
and I will always buy my carpets through you.

- Can you row?
- My oar shall be Your Majesty's wings.

- Ho there! Boatman.
- Aye.

- Whither shall I row, my queen?
- For the lighthouse. Come.

Stand! You cannot pass.

How dare you.
Do you know that I am the queen?

I have my orders. You cannot pass.

Ftatateeta, strangle him.

Keep off there.

Pass on to the palace
and take the queen in with you.

And how if I do neither?

- Then I'll drive this pilum through you.
- At your service, my friend.

Help him. Help him.

I shall not need help, my lady.

What shall it be... sword against pilum
or sword against sword?

Roman against Sicilian, curse you.
Take that!

Help! Help!

(Soldier Groans)

(Soldier Groaning)

(Grunts)

(Ftatateeta)
Thrust your knife into the dog's throat, Apollodorus!

A curse on you! Let me go!
Ho there, guard! Help! Help!

Stab the little Roman reptile!
Spit him on your sword.

What is this? Make your report, soldier.

This old woman's dangerous.
She's as strong as three men.

(Ftatateeta]
Centurion, he would have slain the queen.

(Soldier]
So I would sooner than let her pass.

Cleopatra, I am loath to offend you,
but without Caesar's express orders...

I dare not let you pass
beyond the Roman lines.

You must withdraw into the palace
and examine your carpets there.

I will not. I am the queen.

Caesar doesn't speak to me as you do.

Have Caesar's centurions changed manners
with his scullions?

I do my duty.
That is enough for me.

Majesty, when a stupid man is doing something
he is ashamed of, he always declares it his duty.

As for you, Apollodorus,
you may thank the gods...

you are not nailed to the palace door
with a pilum for your meddling.

- Is this woman your wife?
- Jupiter, no!

Not that the lady's not a very striking figure
in her own way...

but she is not my wife.

- Roman, I am Ftatateeta, the mistress of...
- Well, keep your hands off my men, mistress...

or I'll have you pitched into the harbor
though you were as strong as 1 0 men.

We shall see whom Isis loves best...
her servant Ftatateeta or a dog of a Roman.

Two more men to this post here.

See that no one leaves the palace
but this man and his merchandise.

If he draws his sword again, kill him.

Get about your business.

(Soldier]
You ought to know better. Off with you.

(Coins Clinking]

(Sighs)

Do not tantalize a poor man.

Pearl of queens, the centurion is still at hand.

The Roman soldiers are incorruptible...
when their officers are looking.

I shall have to carry your word to Caesar.

Are these carpets very heavy?

It matters not how heavy.
There are plenty of porters.

How do they put them into the boats?
Do they throw them down?

Not into the small boats, Majesty.
It would sink them.

- Not into that man's boat, for instance?
- No, no.

Too small.

But you can take a carpet
to Caesar in it if I send one?

Assuredly.

And you will have it carried gently down the steps
and take great care of it?

Great, great care?

More than of my own body.

Good. Come, Ftatateeta.

No, Apollodorus. You must not come.

I will choose my carpet myself.
You must wait here.

- Follow this lady. Obey her.
- This way.

And take your shoes off
before you put your feet on those stairs!

Listen. Were you sent here to watch me
or watch the Egyptians?

- We know our duty.
- Well, then why don't you do it? Look!

(Apollodorus] The Egyptians are moving.
They're going to recapture the Pharos.

They will attack by land and sea
along the great mole!

Stir yourselves! The hunt is up!

(Rufiio]
Centurion, reinforce the platoons on the mole.

Yes, sir.

Rufio, this has been a mad expedition.
We shall be beaten.

The Egyptians cannot be such fools...

as not to storm the barricade
and swoop down on us here before it is finished.

It's the first time I've ever run an avoidable risk.

- I shouldn't have come to Egypt.
- An hour ago, you were all for victory.

Yes. I was a fool.

Rash, Rufio. Boyish.

Boyish? Not a bit of it.

Here.

- What are these for?
- To eat.

That's what's the matter with you.

When a man comes to your age,
he runs down before the midday meal.

Go on, eat. And drink.

Then take another look at our chances.

My age?

Yes, I'm an old man.

Worn out now.
Quite true, Rufio.

Now, Achillas is still in his prime.

Ptolemy is a boy.

Well, every dog has his day.

I've had mine. I cannot complain.

These dates are not bad, Rufio.

That's my old Caesar.

It's a great war...
now we've got rid of the women.

You again? Keep your distance.

Come within a yard of me, you old crocodile,
and I'll give you this in your jaw.

Peace, Roman fellow.
You are now single-handed.

Apollodorus, this carpet
is Cleopatra's present to Caesar.

It has rolled up in it 1 0 precious goblets
of the thinnest Iberian crystal...

and a hundred eggs
of the sacred blue pigeon.

On your honor,
let not one of them be broken.

On my head be it.
Lay it carefully into the boat.

Those eggs of which the lady speaks
must weigh more than a pound apiece.

This boat is much too small for such a load.

- Yes! Yes! Me!
- (All Shouting)

Mine's bigger yet!

Oh, thou injurious porter!

Oh, thou unnatural son of a she-camel!

My boat can carry five men.

Shall it not carry Your Lordship
and a bale of pigeons' eggs?

Oh, thou mangy dromedary!

The gods shall punish thee
for this envious wickedness.

Oh! I cannot quit this bale now to beat thee...

but, another day, I will lie in wait for thee.

(Grumbles)

(Apollodorus]
Peace there, all of you!

In the name of the gods, Apollodorus,
run no risks with that bale.

Fear not, thou venerable grotesque.
I guess its great worth.

Into the boat with it gently, my sons,
my children.

Gently, ye dogs!

So. 'Tis well.

Do not step on it! Do not step on it!

Be not excited, mistress. All is well.

Oh, thou brute beast.
Thou hast given my heart a turn.

- Here.
- (Chuckles)

Ye hungry ones.

- Robber of the poor.
- It's not enough!

Oh! O bounteous prince!

O lord of the bazaar!

O favored of the gods!

O father to all porters of the market!

Farewell, Ftatateeta. I shall be
at the lighthouse before the Egyptians.

(Ftatateeta]
The gods speed thee.

Farewell, valiant pilum pitcher.

(Apollodorus)
My heart, my heart

Spread out thy wings

Spread out thy wings

Shake off thy heavy

Load of love

Platoon, follow me!

(Britannus]
Caesar!

Caesar!

Caesar, sir.
Our brave mariners have captured a treasure.

Our enemies are delivered into our hands.

- In that bag?
- Wait till you hear, Caesar.

This bag contains all the letters
that have passed between our enemies.

- Well?
- Well, we shall now know who your foes are.

The name of every man who's plotted
against you since you crossed the Rubicon...

may be in these papers, for all we know.

- Put 'em in the fire.
- Put them...

In the fiire. Would you have me waste years
of my life condemning men who'll be my friends...

when I've proved that my friendship
is worth more than that of my enemies?

But your honor... the honor of Rome.

I do not make human sacrifices
to my honor as your druids do.

Since you won't burn them,
at least I can drown them!

(Water Splashes]

Caesar, this is mere eccentricity.

Are all traitors to be allowed to go free
for the sake of a... paradox?

Caesar, when the islander has finished preaching,
call me again.

O Caesar, my great master...

if only I could persuade you to regard life seriously,
as men do in my country.

- Do they truly do so, Britannus?
- Have you not been there?

What Briton speaks as you do
in your moments of levity?

What Briton neglects to attend
the services at the sacred grove?

What Briton wears clothes
of many colors as you do...

instead of... (Chuckles)
plain blue...

as all solid, well-esteemed men should?

These are moral questions with us.

Well, well, my friend.
Someday I shall settle down...

and wear a blue toga perhaps.

Meanwhile, I must get on as best I can
in my fiippant Roman way.

(Water Splashes]

What now?

- Hail!
- What is this? Who are you?

- How did you come here?
- Calm yourself, my friend.

I'm not going to eat you.

Hail, great Caesar!
I am Apollodorus the Sicilian, an artist.

- An artist? A vagabond!
- Peace, man.

Apollodorus is a famous patrician amateur.

I crave the gentleman's pardon.
I understood him to say he was a professional.

- (Chuckles)
- Welcome, Apollodorus. What is your business?

First, to deliver to you a present
from the queen of queens.

- Who is that?
- Cleopatra of Egypt.

Apollodorus, this is no time
for playing with presents.

Pray you, go back to the queen
and tell her that if all goes well...

we shall return to the palace this evening.

Caesar, I cannot return.

As I approached the lighthouse,
some fool threw a great leathern bag into the sea.

It broke the nose of my boat. I had hardlly time to get
to the shore before my poor little cockleshell sank.

I am sorry, Apollodorus.

The fool shall be rebuked.

Well, well. What have you brought me?
The queen will be hurt if I don't look at it.

Caesar, have we time to waste on this trumpery?

- The queen's only a child.
- Just so. That's why we mustn't disappoint her.

Caesar, it's a Persian carpet... a beauty!

And in it are... so I'm told...

pigeons' eggs and crystal goblets
and fragile, precious things.

I dare not for my head have it carried up
that narrow ladder from the causeway.

- Swing it up by the crane then!
- The crane?

(Chuckles)
Caesar.

I have sworn to tender this bale of carpet
as I tender my own life.

Then let them swing you up at the same time.

If the chain breaks,
you and the pigeons' eggs will perish together.

- Is Caesar serious?
- Well, his manner is frivolous.

It's because he's an Italian.
But he means what he says.

Serious or not, he spake well.
Give me a squad of soldiers to work the crane.

No, no.
It's worked by an elderly Tyrian and his son...

a well-conducted youth of 1 4.

What? An old man and a boy work that?

- Twenty men, you mean.
- No, no. Two only, I assure you.

They have counterweights and a machine
with boiling water, which I don't understand.

So it isn't of British design.
(Clears Throat)

- Leave the crane to me.
Go and await the descent of the chain.

You will see me presently there,
rising like the sun with my treasure.

Are you really going to wait here
for this foolery, Caesar?

- Why not?
- The Egyptians will let you know why not...

if they've got enough sense to make a rush
before our barricade's finished.

And here we are waiting like children
to see a carpet full of pigeons' eggs.

Fear not, my son Rufio.

When the first Egyptian takes his first step
along the mole, the alarm will sound...

and we two will reach the barricade
before the Egyptians.

We two, Rufio...
l, an old man, and you, his biggest boy.

And the old man will get there first.

I wish I had some more of those dates.

Lower away!

Lower away!

Easy there!

Further round.

So! Haul up!

Gently. Slowly. Slowly. Mind the eggs.

Slowly. Slowly.

Haul away!

Stand off, my friends. Let Caesar see.

Nothing but a heap of shawls.
Where are the pigeons' eggs?

Approach, Caesar,
and search for them in the shawls.

(Gasps)
Treachery! Stand back, Caesar.

- I saw the shawls move.
There's something alive in there.

Dare Caesar thrust his hand
in where the serpent moves?

- Treacherous dog!
- Peace. Put up your swords.

Apollodorus, your serpent
seems to breathe very regularly.

Why, this is a pretty little snake.

- (Laughs)
- Let's have the rest of you.

Oh! I am smothered.

Oh, Caesar. A man stood on me in the boat...

and then... then a great sack of something
fell upon me out of the sky...

then the boat sank, and then I was
swung up into the air and bumped down.

Well, never mind.
Here you are, safe and sound at last.

Aye. And now that she is here,
what are we going to do with her?

(Britannus]
But, Caesar, this is not proper.

She cannot stay here
without the companionship of some matron.

- Shocking!
- Aren't you glad to see me?

Yes, I'm very glad. But Rufio is very angry,
and Britannus is shocked.

You can have their heads cut off,
can't you?

They wouldn't be so useful with their heads cut off
as they are now, my seabird.

We shall have to go away presently
and cut off some of your Egyptians' heads.

How will you like being left here
with the chance of being captured...

by that little brother of yours
if we're beaten, huh?

You mustn't leave me alone, Caesar.

You will not leave me alone, will you?

What? Not when the trumpet sounds
and all our lives...

depend upon Caesar being at the barricade
before the Egyptians, eh?

Let them lose their lives.
They are only soldiers.

Cleopatra...

when that trumpet sounds,
we must take every man his life in his hands...

and throw it in the face of Death.

And of my soldiers who have trusted me...

there's not one whose hand I shall not hold
more sacred than your head.

Apollodorus, take her back to the palace.

Am I a dolphin, Caesar,
to cross the seas with young ladies on my back?

My boat is sunk. Yours are either at the barricade
or have returned to the city.

It doesn't matter.

I will not go back.
(Sobs)

- Nobody cares for me.
- Oh, Cleopatra.

You want me to be killed!
(Sobbing)

My poor child, your life matters little here
to anyone but yourself.

** (Horn Blowing]

Come, Rufio.

Caesar, do not leave me!

Caesar, we are cut off.

The Egyptians have landed from the western harbor
between us and the barricade.

Rufio, my men at the barricade are lost.
I've murdered them.

Aye. That's what comes
of fooling with this girl here.

(All Shouting)

Caesar!

- Caesar. The Egyptians.
- I know. We must defend ourselves here.

But I've thrown the ladder into the sea.
They can't get in without it.

- And we can't get out. Have you thought of that?
- Not get out? Why not?

- You have ships in the east harbor.
- Our galleys are standing in towards us already.

And, pray, by what road
are we to walk to the galleys?

The road that leads everywhere...
the diamond path of the sun and the moon.

- How far is the nearest galley?
- Fifty fathom.

No. Nearly a quarter of a mile, Apollodorus.

- Defend yourselves here
until I send a boat from that galley.

Water wings, soldier!

Behold!

Bravo, Apollodorus! Bravo!

ByJupiter! I will do that too. Britannus.

- Are you mad? You shall not.
- Why not? Can I not swim as well as he?

- Can an old fool dive and swim like a young one?
- Old?

Rufio, you forget yourself.

- (Caesar] I'll race you to the galley
for a week's pay, father Rufiio.

What is to become of me?

I'll carry you on my back
to the galley like a dolphin.

Rufio, when you see me rise to the surface,
throw her in.

- No, no, no! I shall be drowned.
- Then in with you after her... both of you!

Caesar, I am a man and a Briton, not a fish.
I must have a boat.

- I can't swim.
- Neither can I.

Stay here, then, Britannus,
until I recapture the lighthouse.

- I'll not forget you. Now, Rufio.
- Have you made up your mind to this folly?

The Egyptians have made it up for me.
And mind where you jump.

I don't want you in the small of my back
as I come up.

One last word, Caesar.

Do not let yourself be seen
in the more fashionable part of Alexandria...

until you've changed your clothes.

Ho, Apollodorus!

The white upon the blue above-

Is purple on the green below!

Let me see. Let me see!
He will be drowned.

Oh! Aaah!
(Screams)

(Both Laughing)

He's got her!

(Shouting)

Hold the fort, Briton.
Caesar will not forget you.

Hip, hip, hip hooray!

Hip... Hooray!

(People Chattering]

(Man)
Ah. Another royal banquet?

In Caesar's honor.

These Romans are magicians.

For six months, a mere handful of them
have held the palace...

against the whole of Egypt's armed forces.

And look at their escape from the Pharos.

Who but a magician
could swim like a dolphin at Caesar's age...

carrying the queen on his back?

That might be the queen's magic.

She rides on Caesar's back on land now
as on the sea!

(All Laughing)

(All Giggling)

(Harp)

(Giggling Continues]

You laugh.

But take care. Take care.

I will find out someday
how to make myself served as Caesar is served.

- Old hooknose!
- (All Laughing)

Silence!

Do you know why...

I allow you all to chatter impertinently
just as you please...

instead of treating you as Ftatateeta
would treat you if she were queen?

Because you try to imitate Caesar
in everything...

and he lets everyone say
what they please to him.

- (All Giggle)
- No.

But because I asked him one day
why he did so...

and he said, "Let your women talk,
and you will learn something from them."

"What have I to learn from them?"
I said.

"What they are," said he.

And, oh, you should have
seen his eyes as he said it.

You would have curled up,
you shallow things.

- (All Giggle)
- At whom are you laughing?

- At me or at Caesar?
- At Caesar.

If you were not a fool, you would laugh at me.

And if you were not a coward,
you would not be afraid to tell me so.

Heigh-ho.
I wish Caesar were back in Rome.

It will be a bad day for you when he goes.

Oh, if I were not ashamed to let him see
that I am as cruel at heart as my father...

I would make you repent that speech.

Why do you wish him away?

He makes you so terribly prosy and serious
and learned and philosophical.

- It's worse than being religious at our ages.
- (All Giggling)

Cease this endless cackling, will you!
Hold your tongues.

Well, well. We must try and live up to Caesar.

(All Giggling]

Pothinus craves the ear of the queen.

I suppose he has bribed you to admit him to me?

- Not by my father's gods.
- Have I not told you not to deny things?

You all sell audiences to the queen...

as if I saw whom you please
and not whom I please.

- (Giggling]
- Go, take the bribe and bring in Pothinus.

- But...
- Don't answer me. Go.

(Giggling Stops]

I want to learn to play the harp
with my own hands.

Caesar loves music.
Can you teach me?

Assuredly.

I and no one else can teach the queen.

- All other teachers are quacks.
- (Women Giggle]

I have exposed them repeatedlly.

Good. You shall teach me.
How long will it take?

Not very long. Only four years.

Your Majesty must first become proficient
in the philosophy of Pythagoras. And then...

Has she become proficient
in the philosophy of Pythagoras?

(Man]
Oh, she is but a slave.

She learns as a dog learns.

Well, then, I will learn as a dog learns,
for she plays better than you.

You shall give me a lesson
every day for a fortnight.

After that, whenever I strike a false note,
you shall be fiogged.

If I strike so many
that there is no time to fiog you...

you shall be thrown into the Nile
to feed the crocodiles.

Give the girl a gold piece
and send them away.

- (Women Giggling]
- (Stammers) But true art cannot be thus forced.

What is this?
Answering the queen forsooth. Out with you.

(Women Giggling]

Well, Pothinus, what is the latest news
from your rebel friends?

I am no friend of rebellion.

And a prisoner does not receive news.

You are no more a prisoner than I am,
than Caesar is.

These six months we have been besieged
in the palace by my subjects.

You are allowed to walk on the beach
among the soldiers.

Can I go further myself?
Or can Caesar?

- You are but a child, Cleopatra...
- (Women Giggle]

and do not understand these matters.

I see you do not know the latest news,
Pothinus.

- What is that?
- That Cleopatra is no longer a child.

Shall I tell you how to grow much older
and much, much wiser in one day?

I should prefer to grow wiser
without growing older.

Well, go up to the top of the lighthouse...

and get someone to take you by the hair...

and throw you into the sea!

- (All Laughing]
- She is right, Pothinus.

- You will come to the shore
with much conceit washed out of you.

Begone, all of you.
I will speak with Pothinus alone.

(Giggling)

- What are you waiting for?
- It is not meet that the queen remain alone.

Must I sacrifice you to your father's gods,
Ftatateeta...

to teach you that I am queen of Egypt
and not you?

You are like the rest of them.

You want to be what these Romans call
a... a "new woman."

Now, Pothinus...

why did you bribe Ftatateeta
to bring you hither?

Cleopatra, what they tell me is true.
You are changed.

Do you speak with Caesar every day
for six months, and you will be changed.

It is common talk that you are
infatuated with this old man.

"Infatuated"? What does that mean?

"Made foolish," is it not?

Oh, no. I wish I were.

Wish that you were made foolish?
How so?

When I was foolish, I did what I liked.

Now that Caesar has made me wise...

it is no use my liking or disliking.

I do what must be done
and have no time to attend to myself.

This is not happiness...

but it is greatness.

I think if Caesar were gone...

I could govern the Egyptians.

Cleopatra...

this may be the vanity of youth.

No, no. It is not that I am so clever,
but that the others are so stupid.

Truly that is the great secret.

Now, tell me what you came to say.

- I? Nothing.
- Nothing?

At least to beg for my liberty. That is all.

For that, you would have knelt to Caesar.

No, Pothinus.

You came with some plan that depended on
Cleopatra being a little nursery kitten.

Now that Cleopatra is a queen,
your plan is upset.

Is Cleopatra then indeed a queen
and no longer Caesar's prisoner and slave?

Pothinus, we are all Caesar's slaves...

all we in this land of Egypt...
whether we will or no.

And she who is wise enough to know this...

will reign when Caesar departs.

You harp on Caesar's departure.

- What if I do?
- Does he not love you?

Love me? Pothinus, Caesar loves no one.

He makes friends with everyone
as he does with dogs and children.

His kindness to me is a wonder.

Neither mother, father nor nurse
have ever taken so much care of me...

or thrown open their thoughts to me so freely.

But how can you be sure that he does not
love you as men love women?

Because I cannot make him jealous.

- I have tried.
- (Chuckles)

Perhaps I should have asked, then,
do you love him?

Can one love a god?

Besides, I love another Roman.

No god, but a man.

One who can love and hate.

And one whom I can hurt
and would hurt me.

Does Caesar know this?

- Yes.
- And he is not angry?

He promises to send him to Egypt to please me.

I do not understand this man.

You understand Caesar?

How could you?

I do, by instinct.

Your Majesty caused me to be admitted today.

- What message has the queen for me?
- This.

You think that by making my brother king,
you will rule in Egypt...

because you are his guardian
and he is a little silly.

- The queen is pleased to say so.
- The queen is pleased to say this also:

Caesar will eat up you...
and Achillas and my brother...

as a cat eats up mice.

And he will put on this land of Egypt
as a shepherd puts on his garment.

And when he has done that,
he will return to Rome...

and leave Cleopatra here as his viceroy.

That he shall never do!
We have a thousand men to his 1 0.

And we shall drive him
and his beggarly legions into the sea.

You rant like any common fellow.

- Cleopatra...
- Enough, enough! Ftatateeta.

Caesar has spoiled me
for talking to weak things like you.

I know to whom I must go now.

- Let me go forth from this hateful place.
- What angers you?

The curse of all the gods of Egypt be upon her.

She has sold her country to the Roman
that she may buy it back from him with her kisses.

Fool. Did she not tell you
that she would have Caesar gone?

You listened?

I took care that some honest woman
should be at hand whilst you were with her.

Mark this, mistress.
You thought, before Caesar came...

that Egypt should presently be ruled
by you and your crew in the name of Cleopatra.

- I set myself against it.
- Aye! That it might be ruled by you and your crew

Well, better me, or even you,
than a woman with a Roman heart...

- And that is what Cleopatra is now become.
- (Scoffs)

Whilst I live, she shall never rule.

So guide yourself accordingly.

(No Audible Dialogue)

Wait here.

Here, Your Excellency.

The Roman commander
will await Caesar here.

Hmm. Ah.

(Sighs)

That was a climb. (Sighs)
How high have we come?

We are on the palace roof,
O beloved of Victory.

Good. Then the beloved of Victory
has no more stairs to get up.

Caesar approaches.

Why, Rufio...

a new baldric.

A new golden pommel to your sword.

And you've had your hair cut.

Oh, but not your beard. Impossible.

(Sniffs)
Perfumed. ByJupiter Olympus.

Well, is it to please myself?

No, Rufio, my son, but to please me.
To celebrate my birthday.

Your birthday. You always have a birthday
when there's a pretty girl to be fiattered...

or an ambassador to be conciliated.

- Rufio.
- Well, we had seven of them in 1 0 months last year.

Alas, Rufio, I shall never break myself
of these petty deceits.

Have you noticed I'm before my time?

Ah? I thought that meant something.

- What is it?
- Pothinus wants to speak to you.

I advise you to see him. There's some
plotting going on here among the women.

Who is Pothi... Oh, yes.

- Has he not escaped?
- No.

Why not? Have I not told you
always to let prisoners escape...

unless there are special orders
to the contrary?

Are there not enough
mouths to be fed without his?

Yes. And if you'd have a little sense
and let me cut his throat, you'd save his rations.

Anyway, he won't escape.
He prefers to stay and spy on us.

- And you want me to see him.
- Oh, I don't want anything.

I daresay you'll do what you like.
Don't put it on me.

Well, well.

Let's have him in.

Ho there, guard!
Release your man and send him up.

- Who's to dine with us besides Cleopatra?
- Apollodorus the Sicilian.

- Oh, that popinjay.
- Come. The popinjay is an amusing dog...

tells a story, sings a song
and saves us the trouble of fiattering the queen.

Well, he can swim a bit and fence a bit.
He might be worse.

- If only he knew how to hold his tongue.
- The gods forbid he should ever learn.

Ah. Pothinus.

You're welcome.
What's the news this afternoon?

Caesar, I come to warn you of a danger
and to make you an offer.

- Never mind the danger. Make the offer.
- Never mind the offer. What's the danger?

Caesar, you think that Cleopatra
is devoted to you.

My friend, I already know what I think.

- Come to your offer.
- I will deal plainly.

I know not by what magic...

you have been enabled
to defend the palace...

and a few yards of beach
against a city and an army...

but we know now
that your gods are irresistible...

and that you are a worker of miracles.

- I no longer threaten you.
- (Laughs) Very handsome of you indeed.

So be it, you are the master.

Yes, yes, my friend. But what then?

Spit it out, man. What have you to say?

I have to say that you have
a traitoress in your camp.

- Cleopatra...
- The queen!

Should have spat it out sooner, you fool.
Now it's too late.

- What is he doing here?
- Just going to tell me something about you.

You shall hear it.

Proceed, Pothinus.

- I... Caesar...
- Out with it.

What I have to say is for your ears,
not for the queen's.

There are means of making you speak.
Take care.

Caesar does not employ those means.

My dear, when a man has anything
to tell in this world...

the difficulty is not to make him tell it
but to prevent him from telling it too often.

Let me celebrate my birthday
by setting you free.

Farewell. We shall not meet again.

Caesar, this mercy is foolish.

Will you not give me a private audience?

Your life may depend on it.

Ho there, guard! Pass the prisoner out.
He's released.

Now off with you. You've lost your chance.

I will speak.

You see? Torture wouldn't have
wrung a word from him.

Caesar, you have taught Cleopatra the arts
by which the Romans govern the world.

Alas, my friend,
they cannot even govern themselves. What then?

What then?
Are you so besotted with her beauty...

that you do not see that
she is impatient to reign in Egypt alone...

and that her heart is set on your departure?

- Liar!
- What? Protestations?

Contradictions?

No, I do not deign to contradict.

- Let him talk.
- From her own lips I have heard it.

You are to be her cat's-paw.
You are to tear the crown...

from her brother's head and set it on her own...

delivering us all into her hand.

Delivering yourself also.
And then Caesar can return to Rome.

Or depart through the gate of death,
which is nearer and surer.

Well, and is not this very natural?

Natural? Then you do not resent treachery?

Resent? O thou foolish Egyptian.
What have I to do with resentment?

Do I resent the wind when it chills me...

or the night when it makes me
stumble in the darkness?

To tell me such a story as this
is to tell me that the sun will rise tomorrow.

But it is false, false! I swear it!

It is true, though you swore it a thousand times
and believed all you swore.

Come, Rufio. Let us see Pothinus past the guard.
I have a word to say to him.

I must give the queen a moment
to recover herself.

Tell your friends, Pothinus, they mustn't think...

I'm opposed to a reasonable settlement
of the country's affairs.

Ftatateeta. Ftatateeta!

- Peace, child. Be comforted.
- Can they hear us?

No, dear heart. No.

If he leaves the palace alive,
never see my face again.

- He? Pothinus?
- Strike out his life as I strike his name from your lips!

Dash him down from the wall.
Break him on the stones. Kill, kill, kill him.

The dog shall perish.

Fail in this, and you go out
from before me forever.

So be it.

You shall not see my face
until his eyes are darkened.

Come soon. Soon.

As the light dies...

he shall die.

(Laughter]

So you've come back to me, Caesar.
I thought you were angry.

Welcome, Apollodorus.

Cleopatra grows more womanly beautiful
from week to week.

- Truth, Apollodorus?
- Far, far short of the truth.

Friend Rufio threw a pearl into the sea.
Caesar fished up a diamond.

Caesar fished up a touch of rheumatism.
Come on. To dinner.

(Cleopatra)
Yes. To dinner!

- I've ordered such a dinner for you, Caesar.
- What are we to have?

- Peacocks' brains.
- Peacocks' brains, Apollodorus.

- Not for me. I prefer nightingales' tongues.
- Roast boar, Rufio.

- Ah! Good!
- What has become of my leathern cushion?

I've got new ones for you, Caesar.

These cushions, Caesar, are of Maltese gauze,
stuffed with rose leaves.

- Rose leaves? Am I a caterpillar?
- Oh, what a shame. My new cushions.

What shall we serve to whet Caesar's appetite?

- Any oysters?
- Assuredly.

- British oysters?
- British oysters, of course.

- Oysters then.
- Sea hedgehogs for me.

Have we nothing solid to begin with?

- Fieldfares with asparagus.
- Fattened fowls, Rufio.

- Have some fattened fowls.
- Aye! That'll do.

(Cleopatra]
Fieldfares for me.

Caesar will deign to choose his wine?
Sicilian, Tuscan, Macedonian, Chianti-

- (Rufiio] All Greek.
- Try the Sicilian, Caesar.

Bring me my barley water.

(Groans)
Bring me my Falernian.

It's a waste of time giving you dinner, Caesar.
My scullions would not condescend to your diet.

Well, well. Let's try the Falernian.

But when I return to Rome,
I shall make laws against these extravagances.

- I will even get the laws carried out.
- Never mind.

Today you are to be like other people...

idle, luxurious and kind.

Well, well.
For once, I will sacrifice my comfort.

There. So now are you satisfied?

- ** (Woman Vocalizing]
- (Laughter]

(Cleopatra] And you no longer believe
I long for your departure for Rome?

I no longer believe anything.

My brains are asleep.

Besides, who knows
whether I shall return to Rome?

- How? Huh? What?
- One year of Rome is like another...

except that I grow older.

It's no better here in Egypt.
The old men, when they're tired of life, say...

"We have seen everything
except the source of the Nile."

Why not see that?

Cleopatra...

will you come with me
and track the fiood to its cradle...

in the heart of the regions of mystery?

Shall I make you a new kingdom
and build you a holy city...

there in the great unknown?

Yes, yes. You shall.

Now he'll conquer Africa with two legions
before I finish the roast boar.

No scoffiirg. This is a noble scheme.

Come. Let's name the holy city
and consecrate it with Sicilian wine.

Cleopatra shall name it herself.

It shall be called...

Caesar's Gift to His Beloved.

No, no. Something vaster than that.
Something universal, like the starry firmament.

Why not simply The Cradle of the Nile?

No. The Nile is my ancestor, and he's a god.

Oh, I've just thought of something.

The Nile shall name it himself.

Let us call upon him all together.
Send for him.

- Away with all of you.
- (Stops)

Go. I am a priestess and have power
to take your charge from you.

What hocus-pocus is this?

'Tis not hocus-pocus.

To do it properly,
we should kill something to please him.

But perhaps he will answer Caesar without that
if we spill some wine to him.

- Why not call on our hawk-headed friend there?
- Shh! He will hear you and be angry.

The source of the Nile is not in his district, I expect.

Now let us call on the Nile all together.

You must say with me
"Send us thy voice, Father Nile."

Send us thy voice, Father Nile.

(Pothinus Groans]

What was that?

- What was that?
- It is nothing. They are beating some slave.

Nothing?

- A man with a knife in him, I'll swear.
- A murder?

- (Thud In Distance]
- Shh! Silence. Did you hear that?

Another cry?

No. A thud. Something fell, I think.

Something with bones in it, huh?

- Rufio...
- Will you leave me, Caesar?

- Apollodorus, are you going?
- Faith, dearest queen. My appetite is gone.

Apollodorus, go down to the courtyard.
Find out what has happened.

Your soldiers have killed somebody perhaps.
What does it matter?

This must be seen to.

- Is she drunk?
- Not with wine.

The queen looks again on the face of her servant.

There's some mischief between those two.

Cleopatra, what has happened?

Nothing, dearest Caesar. Nothing.
I am innocent.

Dearest Caesar, are you angry with me?

Why do you look at me so?

I have been here with you all the time.
How could I know what has happened?

- That is true.
- Of course it is true.

You know it is true, Rufio.

I shall know presently.

Caesar, remember,
your bodyguard is within call.

Why do you allow Rufio to speak to me so?
You should teach him his place.

Teach him to be my enemy and to hide his thoughts
from me as you are now hiding yours.

Why do you say that, Caesar?
Indeed, indeed, I am not hiding anything.

You are wrong to treat me like this!

I am only a child, and you turn into stone
because you think someone has been killed.

I can't bear it.

(Sobs)

But there. I know you hate tears.

You shall not be troubled with them.

Only, I am so silly.

I cannot help being hurt when you speak coldly.

Of course you are quite right.
It is dreadful to think of anyone being killed...

or even hurt, and I hope nothing really serious...

What has frightened you into this?

- What have you done?
- (Woman Screaming]

- He's been murdered!
- Ah.

- (Crowd Shouting]
- That sounds like the answer.

I have not betrayed you, Caesar!
I swear it!

I know that.

I haven't trusted you.

(All Shouting)

The whole town's gone mad, I think.

They're for tearing the palace down
and driving us into the sea straightaway.

- We laid hold of this renegade
as we were clearing them out of the courtyard.

What has offended the citizens, Lucius Septimius?

What did you expect, Caesar?
Pothinus was a favorite of theirs.

What has happened to Pothinus? I set him free here
but an hour ago. Did they not pass him out?

Aye. Through the gallery arch, 60 feet
above ground, with three inches of steel in his ribs.

He is as dead as Pompey.

We are quits now as to killing,
you and I.

Assassinated.

Our prisoner. Our guest. Rufio.

Whoever did it was a wise man...
and a friend of yours.

- (Crowd Shouting]
- But none of us had a hand in it.

No, it's no use frowning at me.

He was slain by order of the queen of Egypt.

(Shouting Stops]

I am notJulius Caesar, the dreamer...

who allows every slave to insult him.

Rufio said I did well.
Now the others shall judge of me too.

This Pothinus sought to make me conspire
with him to betray Caesar. I refused.

And he cursed me and came privily to Caesar
to accuse me ofhis own treachery.

He insulted me.

Me, the queen, to my face.

Caesar would not avenge me.
He spoke him fair and set him free.

Was I right to avenge myself?
Speak, Lucius.

I do not gainsay it,
but you'll get little thanks for it from Caesar.

(Crowd Shouting In Distance]

Apollodorus, speak. Was I wrong?

I have but one word of blame, most beautiful.

You should have called on me, your knight,
and in fair duel, I should have slain the slanderer.

I will be judged by your very slave, Caesar.

Britannus, speak. Was I wrong?

Were treachery, falsehood
and disloyalty left unpunished...

society must become like an arena full of
wild beasts, tearing one another to pieces.

Caesar is in the wrong.

And so the verdict is against me, it seems.

(Shouting Continues]

Listen to me, Caesar.

If one man in all Alexandria
can be found to say I did wrong...

I swear to have myself crucified
on the door of the palace by my own slaves.

If one man in all the world can be found,
now or forever...

to know that you did wrong...

that man will have either to conquer the world
as I have or be crucified by it.

- (Crowd Booing]
- Do you hear?

These knockers at your gates are also
believers in vengeance and in stabbing.

You have slain their leader.
It is right that they should slay you.

And so, to the end of history,
murder shall breed murder...

always in the name of right
and honor and peace...

until the gods are tired of blood
and create a race that can understand.

- (Crowd Shouting]
- Let the queen of Egypt now give her orders...

for vengeance
and take her measures for defense...

- For she has renounced Caesar.
- (Shouting Continues]

You will not desert me, Caesar.
You will defend the palace.

You have taken the powers
of life and death upon you.

I am only a dreamer.

But... they will kill me.

- Why not?
- In pity...

Pity? What, has it come to this so suddenly
that nothing can save you but pity?

Did it save Pothinus?

(All Shouting)

Caesar, enough of preaching.
The enemy's at the gate.

And what has held him baffied
at the gate all these months?

Was it my folly, as you deem it,
or your wisdom?

In this Egyptian Red Sea of blood, whose hand
has held all your heads above the waves?

And yet when Caesar says to such an one,
"Friend, go free"...

you, clinging for your little life to my sword...

dare steal out and stab him in the back.

By the gods, I'm tempted to open my hand
and let you all sink into the fiood.

Will you desert us because we're a parcel of fools?

I mean no harm by killing.
I do it as a dog kills a cat... by instinct.

We're all dogs at your heels,
but we have served you faithfully.

Alas, Rufio, my son...

as dogs, we are like to perish now in the streets.

Caesar, what you say has an Olympian ring in it...

but I'm still on the side of Cleopatra.

If we must die, she shall not want the devotion
of a man's heart or the strength of a man's arm.

- But I do not want to die.
- Oh, ignoble.

- Ignoble.
- (Shouting Continues]

(Lucius]
Hearken to me, Caesar.

It may be ignoble,
but l, too, mean to live as long as I can.

- Well, my friend, you are likely to outlive Caesar.
- Does Caesar despair?

He who has never hoped can never despair.

Caesar, in good or bad fortune,
looks his fate in the face.

Look it in the face now,
and it will smile as it always has to Caesar.

- You presume to encourage me?
- I offer you my services.

- I will change sides if you will have me.
- What? At this point?

- At this point.
- Do you suppose Caesar is mad? To trust you?

I do not ask him to trust me until he is victorious.
I ask for my life and a command in Caesar's army.

And since Caesar is a fair dealer,
I will pay in advance.

- Pay? How?
- With a piece of good news for you.

- What news?
- "What news?"

What news, did you say, my son Rufio?

The relief has arrived.
Mithridates of Pergamus is on the march.

- Is it not so, Lucius Septimius?
- He has taken Pelusium.

Lucius, you are henceforth my officer.

Rufio, the Egyptians must have sent
every soldier from the city...

to prevent Mithridates crossing the Nile.

There is nothing in the streets now but mob. Mob!

It is so. Mithridates is marching by the great
road to Memphis to cross above the delta.

- Achillas will fight him there.
- Achillas shall fight Caesar there.

(Crowd Shouting, Booing]

See, Rufio.

- Here is the palace.
- Mm-hmm.

Here is the theater.

Now, you take 20 men
and pretend to go by this street.

And whilst they're stoning you,
out will come the cohorts by this and this.

- My streets are right, are they, Lucius?
- Aye. That's the fig market.

Yes. I saw on the day we arrived.
Britannus, tell Petronius that within an hour...

half our forces must take ship
for the western lake.

And see to my horse and armor.

With the rest, I shall march round the lake
and up the Nile and catch Achillas in the desert.

Lucius, give the word to start.

Apollodorus, lend me your sword
and your right arm for this campaign.

- Aye. And my heart and life to boot.
- I accept both.

- Are you ready?
- Ready for art... the art of war!

- Come! This is something like business.
- Is it not, my only son?

- You understand about the streets, Rufio.
- I think I do.

- I'll get through them, at all events.
- (Cleopatra] Caesar.

- Caesar.
- (Crowd Shouting]

Have you forgotten me?

Oh, I'm busy now, my child. Busy.

When I return, your affair shall be settled.
Farewell.

Be good and patient.

- (Shouting Continues]
- That game's played and lost, Cleopatra.

(Chuckles)
The woman always gets the worst of it.

Go. Follow your master.

(Crowd Booing]

A word first.

Tell your executioner that if Pothinus
had been properly killed... in the throat...

he wouldn't have called out.

Now, your man bungled his work.

How do you know it was a man?

It wasn't you.
No. You were with us when it happened.

Was it she, with her own hands?

Whoever it was, let my enemies beware of her.

Look to it, Rufio... you who dare
make the queen of Egypt a fool before Caesar.

(Shouting Continues]

I will look to it, Cleopatra.

(Shouting Continues]

(Soldiers]
Hail, Caesar!

(Caesar]
Let's teach these Egyptians how to fiight...

and how to run.

Eh? And then, home to Rome!

(All)
Hail, Caesar!

Hail, Caesar!

Ftatateeta.

- ** (Trumpet Fanfare]
- (Shouting)

(Crowd Screaming)

Ftatateeta.

It is dark, and I am alone.

Come to me.

Ftatateeta! Fta...

(Whimpers)

(Gasps)

(Ftatateeta's Voice]
The queen looks again on the face ofher servant.

(Horn Blowing)

(All Shouting)

(Shouts)

(Caesar's Voice]
For I am he of whose genius you are the symbol.

Part brute, part woman and part god.

(Masculine-Feminine Voice]
Hail, Caesar.

(Crowd Cheering)

(Fanfare)

(Crowd]
Hail, Caesar!

- Here he comes.
- (Laughs)

(Crowd)
Hail, Caesar!

Hail, Caesar!

Hail, Caesar!

Hail, Caesar!

Hail, Caesar!

Hail!

Hail!

Hail!

(Caesar]
I see my ship awaits me.

The hour of Caesar's farewell to Egypt has arrived.

And now, Rufio,
what remains to be done before I go?

Why, you've not yet appointed
a Roman governor for this province.

What say you to Mithridates of Pergamus?

Why, that you'll want him elsewhere.

Indeed.

Well, what do you say to yourself?

(Gasping)
I?

l, a governor?

Are you dreaming?
Do you not know I'm only the son of a freedman?

Has not Caesar called you his son?

(Crowd Chattering]

Peace a while there, and hear me.

(Crowd]
Hear Caesar!

Hear the service, quality, rank and name
of the Roman governor.

By service, Caesar's shield.

By quality, Caesar's friend.

- By rank, a Roman soldier.
- (All) Hail, Caesar!

- By name, Rufio!
- Hail, Caesar!

Hail, Caesar!

Aye. I'm Caesar's shield...

but what use will I be when I'm no longer
on Caesar's arm?

- Where is that British islander of mine?
- Here, Caesar.

And who bade you, pray, thrust yourself
into the battle of the delta...

uttering the barbarous cries of your native land?

Caesar, I ask you to excuse the language
that escaped me in the heat of the moment.

And how did you, who cannot swim,
cross the canal with us when we stormed the camp?

Caesar, I clung to the tail of your horse.

These aren't the deeds of a slave, Britannus,
but of a free man.

Caesar, I was born free.

But they call you Caesar's slave.

Only as Caesar's slave have I found real freedom.

Well said.

Ungrateful that I am,
I was about to set you free...

but now I will not part with you
for a million talents.

That Roman knows how to make men serve him.

Apollodorus, I leave the art of Egypt
in your charge.

Remember, Rome loves art and will encourage it.

I understand, Caesar.
Egypt must pay her tribute to Rome in art.

Mm-hmm.
Now, what else have I to do before I embark?

There's something I cannot remember.

I wonder what it can be.

Well, it must remain undone.

We must not waste this favorable wind.

Caesar, I'm loath to let you go back to Rome
without your shield.

- There are too many daggers there.
- It matters not.

I've always disliked the idea of dying.
I'd rather be killed.

- Farewell, Rufio.
- Farewell.

- Farewell, Apollodorus.
- (Man] The queen!

Ah. I knew there was something.

How could you let me forget her, Rufio?

Has Cleopatra no part in this leave-taking?

Had I gone without seeing you,
I should never have forgiven myself.

Is this mourning for me?

- No.
- Ah, that was thoughtless of me.

- It's for your brother.
- No.

For whom then?

Ask the Roman governor whom you have left us.

- Rufio?
- Yes. Rufio.

He who is to rule in Caesar's name,
in Caesar's way...

according to Caesar's boasted laws of life.

He is to rule as he can, Cleopatra.
He has taken the work upon him...

and will do it in his own way.

Not in your way then... without punishment,
without revenge, without judgment?

Ah, that is the right way, the great way,
the only possible way in the end.

Believe it, Rufio, if you can.

Why, I believe it, Caesar, but look you.

Cleopatra had a tigress
that killed men at her bidding.

I thought she might bid it kill you someday.

So, without malice, I only cut its throat.

That's why Cleopatra comes to you in mourning.

He has shed the blood of my servant Ftatateeta.

Upon your head be it, Caesar, as upon his,
if you hold him free of it.

On my head be it, then,
for it was well done, Rufio.

Come. Don't be angry with me.

- I'm sorry for that poor Totateeta.
- (Chuckling)

Ah. You're laughing.

- Does that mean reconciliation?
- No, no, no.

Only it is so ridiculous to hear you
call her Totateeta.

As much a child as ever, Cleopatra.

Haven't I made a woman of you after all?

Oh, it is you who are a great baby.

You make me seem silly
because you will not behave seriously.

But you have treated me badly,
and I do not forgive you.

- Bid me farewell.
- I will not.

I will send you a beautiful present from Rome.

Beauty from Rome to Egypt indeed.

What can Rome give me
that Egypt cannot give me?

That's true, Caesar.
If the present is to be really beautiful...

I shall have to buy it for you in Alexandria.

You're forgetting the treasures
for which Rome is most famous, my friend.

You cannot buy them in Alexandria.

- What are they, Caesar?
- Her sons.

Come, Cleopatra.
Forgive me and bid me farewell...

and I will send you a man.

Not old and ripe for the knife.

Not hiding a bald head
under his conqueror's laurels.

Not stooped with the weight of the world
on his shoulders...

but brisk and fresh and strong and young...

hoping in the morning,
fighting in the day and reveling in the evening.

Will you take such an one in exchange for Caesar?

His name? His name?

- Shall it be Mark Antony?
- (Squeals)

(Chuckles)
You're a bad hand at a bargain, mistress...

if you'll swap Caesar for Antony.

So now are you satisfied?

- You will not forget?
- I will not forget.

Farewell.

I do not think we shall meet again.

Hail and farewell!

Hail, Caesar, and farewell!

(All)
Hail, Caesar, and farewell!

- (Sniffies)
- Oh, no tears, dearest queen.

They stab your servant to the heart.

- He will return someday.
- I hope not.

But I can't help crying...

just the same.

(Crowd)
Hail, Caesar, and farewell!