KNOCK AT DOOR
Come.
Ah! Where did you find this one?
Under a pile of old rubbish in the cellar.
I doubt we'll find any more.
Yargh! That's what you said the... the last time we found something.
HE BLOWS ON IT
It's incredible!
The way people just dump things.
It should all be lettered... and filed...and numbered.
Would you like me to tidy up some of this mess, Caesar?
Well, no, no.
The last time you tidied up, I couldn't find anything any more.
HE DROPS THE SCROLL
What is this?
"The last will and testament of Augustus Caesar."
Augustus' will.
CHEERING
Hail, Caesar!
The legions of Rome salute you on their return from the Rhine.
In triumph? In triumph, Caesar.
The German tribes are put down.
They have sued for peace.
Our punishments have been fierce, and we have brought back many captives to Rome.
The province is peaceful once more and her tribute flows again.
Your legions await your further orders. Hail, Caesar!
CROWD: Hail! Hail!
Hail!
ENTHUSIASTIC CHEERING CONTINUES
You will hurt your eyes reading in this light.
It was so hot in my room.
Am I disturbing you? No.
It's a v-very boring book.
Where's Mother?
She and Pina are talking...
about children, and about what it's like to be a soldier's wife.
She is wonderful, the way she goes everywhere with you.
You're very lucky, you know.
And you? How do you like being a married man?
And a father? What do you think of your little boy?
I don't like him very much.
I think he's horrid.
Oh, Claudius!
What do you think of my w-w-wife? She's taller than me.
I know.
She's taller than me.
No. It's not funny.
I mean...
..that tall.
Some people just never know when to stop.
Do you sleep together?
Now and then.
I must admit, it's a bit of an ordeal.
Her face is not unpleasant.
I rarely see her face. I never get up that far.
Oh, Claudius.
Dear brother. It IS good to see you again.
I wish I could have come with you. What was it like?
Seeing the Teutoburg Forest was terrible.
No-one had been buried.
Bodies strewn over acres of land, horribly mutilated, most of them.
They're a savage lot, those Germans.
We avenged them.
They will be quiet for a long time to come.
Now tell me about Postumus. You hinted at things in your letters, but you did not say much.
I was afraid to say too much.
Letters get intercepted and read by certain parties.
Come, you see plots everywhere.
Who would dare to open your mail?
Grandmother.
She opens everybody's. Livia?! Sshh!
How else do you think she knows everything that is going on?
Does Augustus know that she opens everybody's letters?
I don't know what Augustus knows,
but she knows everything.
Postumus thinks...
Thinks what?
That night he was arrested,
he broke away from his guards and came to see me in my room.
He wasn't trying to escape, but he wanted me to know the truth so that I could tell it to you.
And what did he tell you?
That he didn't force Livilla.
She invited him into her room, as she had often done before when Castor was out gambling...
or... Anyway, when he got there, she started to scream.
The guards rushed in and she accused him of trying to rape her.
Did you believe him? Yes.
I would believe Postumus before I would believe Livilla.
Claudius, it is an age-old excuse that men have often used when accused of the same thing - "She led me on.
"She wanted me to do it." It's true.
I thought of that, too.
One does, even about one's friends.
But I believed him.
Why should she do such a thing? What reason did she have?
I asked him the same thing.
He said...
Li-Li...
Livia had put her up to it.
Ah. Our grandmother again.
Between reading so many letters and arranging so many rapes, when does she ever sleep?
If you are in a mood to listen, I'll tell you what Postumus thinks of her,
and what he thinks
will stand the hairs upon your head.
He believes that, over the years, she has systematically destroyed
his mother, his two brothers,
and possibly his father, Agrippa. He believes she poisoned Julia's first husband, Marcellus,
and had a hand in her father's death when he saw what she was doing, that she poisoned our grandfather.
He believes she will stop at nothing to ensure Tiberius follows Augustus.
He believes she's mad!
And I said all that wi-wi-without stuttering.
Well, nearly.
Proof?
HE STUTTERS
Claudius, have you mentioned any of this to Augustus?
N-No! He thinks I'm a big enough fool already.
It must come from you, or no-one.
All right. I'm listening.
Not here.
WHISTLING
HE STOPS WHISTLING
HE RESUMES WHISTLING
If you prune any more of that there will be nothing left.
What are you now? An expert on gardening(?)
Is that something else you've become lately? I'm only telling you.
The gardeners complain you spoiled them last year.
And whose garden is this? You're not the only one that uses it.
Incredible! Everyone's an expert suddenly.
How long have we been married?
Don't you remember? 50 years.
In all that time, you've never been
able to tell one plant from another,
and suddenly you know all there is to know about pruning. Wonderful(!)
I think your brain's going soft.
Nobody can talk to you any more.
Anyone can talk to me. No, they can't. Anyone can talk to me, any time.
Except you! You don't talk to people, you bully them.
This conversation's becoming ridiculous.
Wrong. This conversation was ridiculous from the start. Your melon's here.
HE RESUMES WHISTLING
Is it true you are going to Corsica?
Yes. When?
Very soon. You never told me.
No.
I don't know what's come over you lately. You seem to tell me nothing.
Well, you get to know everything, anyway!
Why are you going to Corsica?
Because the Corsicans asked me to go.
What for? A matter of piracy. They've been complaining about it for years.
They are losing a lot of business. Couldn't you have asked one of the consuls to go?
Why should I?
I know how you hate travelling by sea.
No. No, it doesn't bother me.
Would you be stopping off anywhere on the way?
Such as where? I don't know!
You will be passing the island of your grandson's banishment. Mm?
Which one's that? Planasia!
Had you forgotten?
I hadn't thought about it.
Why should I stop off there? I thought you might take this opportunity of inspecting it.
Have you tried this melon? Try one. I don't want any!
No. You don't eat enough fruit.
If you ate more fruit, you wouldn't get so many wrinkles.
Would you like me to come with you?
What for?
It is an arduous journey to make
at your age, on your own.
You might fall in and die.
The sea air will do me good. Besides, Germanicus is travelling with me part of the way.
I'm sending him to France. What a pillar and support
that boy's become! I see.
That's settled, then. Yes.
HE WHISTLES
Double-dealing are we? No! Pining
after Postumus? No, Grandmother, no!
Then how does he know? He knows
something. Somebody's talked to him.
It wasn't me, I swear it!
Why should I?! You're tired of that husband of yours. You'd like to see Postumus Agrippa back in favour.
But how could I?! He'd never forgive me, anyway.
Come on, your cleverer than that.
Tell him I forced you, beg his forgiveness and shed a few tears.
I never met a man who could resist that.
If he knows something, it wasn't from me.
I swear it.
I swear it!
All right.
I believe you.
Someone else, then.
Castor knows. He guessed - I never told him.
Yes, Castor knows. That's where you got your black eye, wasn't it? It didn't pass unnoticed, my dear.
But if Castor knows, he'd keep it to himself. He's got nothing to gain.
It's someone else.
My brother?
Germanicus wasn't even here.
No, I meant Claudius.
That fool? His brains are addled. He sees nothing and he hears nothing. No.
Well, perhaps I was...wrong.
Perhaps we should just wait and see.
SEAGULLS CRY
Well, well, well.
What have we here?
Tourists?
Have you come to see the beast in his cage?
Is the rock bare enough for you, Father?
Does it conformed to your notions of smallness, or have you found a smaller one still?
How thin you look. How pale.
What did you expect?
A fat, jolly man, full of laughs and jokes(?)
You must forgive me, Father.
It's been four years since I saw a living soul apart from the guards.
I wasn't prepared for visitors.
This is Quintus Fabius Maximus, an old friend.
I envy you, Quintus Fabius Maximus.
Envy me what? Why, that you're
an old friend of my father's.
You're better off than being his adopted son.
Leave us.
They never told me it'd be like this. I don't expect you ever asked!
You have a wonderful knack for not finding out what you don't want to know. Don't say that to me.
What did you come for, then? A tour round the island? That will take you ten minutes,
as you once prophesied it'd take me. Wound me if you must. I deserve it.
You have a knife in your hand. I wouldn't blame you if you used it.
Oh, it's tears now, is it?
I never knew a man cry as easily as you do.
Yes, tears come easily to me. I don't deny it. You are wonderful.
Wonderful! What's my role now? To feel sorry for you? To cry for YOU?
Your mistakes... Mistakes?!
Is that what you call them?
You made mistakes and think tears will put them right. Well, bravo!
You still have tears to shed.
How it many tears would you have, if you'd sat on this rock for four
years, pouring them into the sea?
How many?! You have come to the wrong place, Father, to show us you've got
tears! Even the stones weep here.
CAESAR SOBS
Now you've heard something.
It's given you pause, made you think. Perhaps you were wrong, too hasty.
Is that why you're here?
To tell me it was all a mistake? Damn you! I don't want you here!
Leave me alone!
Go away and die, but leave me alone.
Postumus... What have you done to me?
Four years. What have you done with my life?
Don't, please don't.
When the guards came in, I thought, "This is the end he's planned. This is what I've waited for years for.
"He sent them now to finish me off."
How could you think such a thing? What else could I think?
To die, that's nothing.
I...I'd have given it my life for you,
for Rome, 1,000 times over.
But to die like a dog...
What could I say? What could I say?
Not a day hasn't passed when I haven't thought of you.
And I of you.
But not fondly, Father. Not fondly.
I know, I know, I know, I know.
What could I do?
There are such liars in the world, such cheats.
And nowhere more, it seems, than among my own.
I have had to live this long to find that out!
They have made a fool of you. Huh!
There are places in the world where they have made a god out of me,
and my own family have made me a fool.
Livia, it seems, more than anyone.
She lied to you. Why?
How did you find out?
Germanicus told me. He wasn't there when it happened.
No, no. Claudius told him.
What do you make of him? He's a curious chap.
I mean, he's a bit of a fool, isn't he? Aren't we all?
I've been wrong about a lot of things.
I'm here to make amends, to tell you it won't be long before you're back
in Rome. Can't I return with you?
No, there has been passed a decree making your banishment permanent.
I must get that decree reversed.
That will take a bit of time.
The moment I set that in motion it will cause a few hearts to flutter, believe me.
And a few minds to get busy.
I want to wait until Tiberius is out of Rome.
I'd worry more about Livia, if I were you.
When you live so long with a woman...
..she becomes more than a wife to you.
It is like having another right arm.
Hard to believe such things.
Believe them, father.
I do... I do.
KNOCK AT DOOR Come in.
Lady, the chief Vestal, Camilla Pulchra.
You look well, Lady.
Which is a blessing for Rome and for all of us.
And you, my dear, are as beautiful and serene as ever.
Come. Let's sit down.
I envy you your serenity.
I envy all the Vestals.
I often wish I could have become one of them.
Rome would have been the loser.
And you retire next year.
Yes.
It's 30 years since I took my vows. I must say I find it hard to believe.
You came to me some time ago, to ask me to use my influence
with Augustus, to persuade the Senate to rebuild the house of the Vestals.
That was a long time ago.
My dear, I never forget anything.
It's been a dream of mine to leave that house more
beautiful than when I entered it.
The Senate has promised many times to find the money, but they never have.
Well, I think it's time we did something.
Have you spoken to your husband?
Many times. It's been a dream of mine, too, to rebuild that house.
But like all men, he makes promises and noises, and does very little.
But he also likes to surprise me.
And has he?
Well, I think he has.
But I'm not sure.
That's why I asked you here.
I have a feeling he set aside a sum for it, in his will.
Oh! That would be wonderful. Do you think he has?
Well, I asked him about it when he returned from Corsica.
"Wait and see," he said, with such a twinkle in his eye that it made me wonder
if he'd come to you recently to make an alteration in his will.
But he did! He came and asked for his will, and spent a whole morning locked in a room with it.
When he came out he handed me two documents instead of one.
Ah! You see? I was right.
This intuition of mine!
Did he bring someone with him to witness it? Yes. Fabius Maximus.
Oh! The artful one.
He's like a boy. He has to be so mysterious about everything.
He couldn't come right out with it and say,
"You shall have your little present when I die, you shall have your house for the Vestors."
No, he must tease me. He must surprise me.
What a dear man he is.
You do think that the alteration is in respect of that?
Well, it seems likely.
Oh! What a pity we couldn't take it out and have a look at it.
Just you and me.
Two women together in a tiny little conspiracy.
Yes. That would certainly set our minds at rest.
But it has his seal on.
Oh! But that's nothing.
I have the use of his seal.
I've had it for years.
How else do you think official documents get signed? Hmm?
I hadn't thought of that.
But then, of course,
that would be breaking my vows.
But in such a good cause!
And if we found that the alteration were in respect of something else,
why, I would feel bound to find that money myself.
Rome owes so much to the sanctity of the Vestors.
What do you think, my dear?
Oh!
HE SPLUTTERS
If you would lie still, and let the cold compresses work.
HE PANTS
The pain's in my belly, you fool, not in my head!
Here - take this. Oh!
It will ease the pain.
Oh!
Oh! Ohhh...
It's like a fire in there.
It's the ulcer again. I warned you.
Too much work and too much worry.
Will you follow a diet if I prescribe it? Yes.
Ugh! Eat only milk products and eggs.
Give up work for a while, or I won't be responsible.
Oh!
Does that feel a little better?
Take a holiday. Go to Capri and rest. Paddle in the sea, get plenty of fresh air.
And talk to Lady Livia about it.
PAINED CRIES AND GASPS IN DISTANCE
CRIES CONTINUE
Oh! I've had premonitions.
Premonitions of death.
Oh, we all have them.
No, no, no, this is serious.
Listen old friend, let me tell you.
Two weeks after we came back, from we all know where...
I was in Mars Field, giving a libation.
A little ceremony. As you remember.
Well, I remember but I wasn't there.
No? Nearby, there is a temple built in the memory of Marcus Agrippa.
Yes, I know it. An eagle circled my
head five times then flew off,
and settled on the A of Agrippa's name.
Caesar... Don't lie to me! It's clear what it means.
Let's not pretend.
It was telling me my time had come and that I must give way to someone by the name of Agrippa.
Postumus? Who else?
Did you consult an augur?
I don't need an augur. It's plain as the nose on your face.
There may be another explanation. You're not a sign expert.
Then listen to this.
The following day, lightning melted the C on my name on a statue nearby.
It struck the C of Caesar.
Do you follow? What does C mean? 100.
100, exactly.
Livia saw it and went to an augur to find out what it meant.
She would not tell me but I forced it out of her.
It means that I have only 100 days to live.
I shall die in 100 days.
Or weeks?
Eh?
Why shouldn't it be weeks?
Or months?!
Why shouldn't it mean that you live to be 100?
Do you think so? Why not?
Perhaps she went to the wrong augur.
Perhaps he looked at the wrong book.
CAESAR LAUGHS
Oh - good grandmother.
STAMMERS: I, I, I... is there any change in Augustus' health?
He's improving.
Which is more than I can say for you. Thank you g-grandmother.
It's a great relief.
Yes.
Thank...thank you.
Is it true...
Is it true you've written a book
about religious changes during the reign of Augustus?
Y-y-yes, grandmother.
And that you intend to give a public reading of it?
Y-yes, grandmother. You will do no such thing.
No, grandmother.
It w-wasn't my idea.
Germanicus suggested it before he left.
I won't have you making a laughing stock of my family.
I'm b-b-b-b-better when I'm rehearsed.
So is a trained monkey, but he still looks and sounds a monkey.
Yes, grandmother.
If that head of yours doesn't stop twitching, I'll have it off.
And stuck on a pole. That will fix it.
Th-thank you, grandmother.
Oh, I beg your...
Leave it alone!
That grandson of yours could wreck the empire...
just by strolling through it.
Augustus is improving.
Are you drinking because he nearly died, or because he didn't?
Sarcastic, aren't we, this morning? Just wondering.
I never know whether I read you right.
Is there something wrong?
He's altered his will.
What's the matter?
Cat got your tongue? That took your breath away, didn't it?
How do you know? I know.
I make it my business to know.
In whose favour?
Whose do you think?
Germanicus? Ah!
Trust you to get it wrong.
I must have been nodding when I gave birth to you.
I sometimes wonder, mother, whether you did anything so
natural as giving birth.
In whose favour has he altered his will?
Postumus - who do you think?
He took a trip to Corsica.
Didn't it occur to you he might stop off to visit your stepson?
Why should he?
Perhaps he's changed his mind about him. Why?
What could have caused him to change it?
What does he know now that he didn't know then?
What could he know? What is there to know?
You senile old man! How do I know what caused him to change his mind?
But he has.
So much the worse for you, my baby, if I can't change
it back again.
Well, don't bother on my account!
I'm sick of it.
The gods know I've done my best.
He never liked me. Never!
30 years I've run his errands for him.
I fought on his bloody frontiers, collected his taxes.
He's never once put his hand on my arm to say, "Thank you. What would
I have done without you?"
He sends me off to Illyricum and he doesn't even plan a farewell dinner.
Not even a goodbye.
Just, "Get on your horse and ride."
Well, damn him!
I've retired before and I can retire again.
Let his precious grandson run his empire for him.
I'm sick to death of it!
When do you leave?
Very soon.
I wouldn't travel too fast, if I were you. Why not?
Well, you won't have so far to come back if anything happens to him.
I was just going to see your mother.
I've heard she's not very well.
I wanted to have a word with you but I am dragging you from your work.
No. Are you sure?
I'll only stay a minute, and then I'll go.
Are you b-better now?
Well, you know, I think so.
Shall we sit down for a moment?
P-please!
They put me on this diet, you know, but I cured myself.
Do you know how? I refused to eat.
Only milk and fruit.
I got myself this cow and I milked it myself.
The fruit I picked from the garden so it was untouched by human hand, you might say, except my own.
You never know what gets into food when it goes into the kitchens - the slaves are so careless.
Anyway, I'm still here.
Yes. I'm... I'm going away for a little holiday.
First to Capri, and then to Nola. I'm a bit tired.
Ah! What a pleasant garden this is.
I've never been here before.
Claudius - do you bear me any ill will? Ill will?
Why should I? Ah!
It's funny the way we can be so wrong about people.
I was wrong about you. You see, we judge too much on appearances.
I mean, your appearance is against you. You know that, don't you?
You give people the impression that you are a fool.
No point in a mincing matters. But you're not such a fool.
Are you?
I h-hope not.
Germanicus told me all about you.
He said you were loyal to three things -
your friends, to Rome, and to the truth.
That's a wonderful thing to say of a person.
I'd be very proud if he said that about me.
M-my brother worships you.
No! Do you think so?
Yes. He's often told me. Well, well.
He's a great man, you know. A fine Roman, in the best tradition.
Even if he is a bit of a republican.
What did you think? I didn't know?
I'm a republican myself at heart. I mean, you know that, don't you?
I mean, it was never my intention to rule for so long.
But I don't know... Things, they just didn't work out.
I kept wanting to retire.
Your father wanted me to retire.
I don't know, it just never happened.
So many things turn out different from the way you hoped.
I went to Corsica, you know.
And I paid a visit to a certain island and I saw a certain person.
None of that would have happened
but for you. Germanicus told me everything.
Anyway, when I got back I paid a visit to the Vestal Virgins.
I made some alterations to a certain document there, that I had left.
Now, no-one knows about that.
Not even your grandmother.
So not a word. Y-you can trust me.
Yes. I see now that I can.
When I get back, we'll talk again.
We'll talk many times, eh?
I've found another friend.
You see, even at my age, a man finds he has friends he never even dreamed of.
LAUGHTER AND CHATTERING
What luck will give you!
I threw Venus three times in a row - come on, pay up.
Oh, what luck. Come and play. I'm winning a fortune.
Don't you think it's time to go to bed?
Certainly not.
All right, we start again.
Odds or evens? Odds!
Evens!
Junius, you're not betting.
Caesar, I have no money. It's all gone. No! Really?
Oh, come on. Have some of mine.
But you gave us all money to start with. It's only a game.
But if we win, we keep it and if we lose, you give it back.
Who's complaining? Come on, make our bet. Have you made your bet?
I'm betting odds. You'll be sorry.
I've been throwing evens all night.
Evens!
SHOUTS OF LAUGHTER
What did I tell you?! Come on, pay up. Now, who bet odds?
Now, come on. Don't slink away. I saw you.
Oh, what an evening!
Evens, take your winnings.
Odds, pay up.
What's the matter?
I feel sick.
HE GROANS
COUGHING AND RETCHING
Take me to my room.
No food - do you hear?
I-I'll eat figs from the garden, nothing else. Nothing!
And I'll p-pick them myself.
Are you mad? Figs from the garden?
Aren't your bowels loose enough already?
I must give you some medicine. No! Nothing!
Nothing that's been touched by human hands, do you hear?
Not even Livia's!
Nothing. Nothing.
It's a very bad attack.
He'll eat no prepared food. None.
Those are his instructions.
Only figs from the tree.
Perhaps he's right, I don't know.
He cured himself before. Perhaps he'll do it again.
Did he give any reason? No.
He has this obsession that it must not be touched by human hands,
not even by yours.
Perhaps he's right after all.
No matter how many times one tells them,
I swear the kitchen staff never wash their hands
after they've been to the lavatory. He's too ill to go to Rome.
He'll have to stay here for a few days.
Are you feeling better?
There's a delegation here from Rome.
They're waiting to see you.
You're a fine one. You made yourself worse with all those figs.
I never heard anything so ridiculous.
I only came on this journey to look after you.
You won't let me or anyone else cook for you.
It's very embarrassing, you know.
People might think we were trying to poison you.
I sent for Tiberius.
Fortunately, he wasn't too far away. He'll be here soon.
Well?
I thought you might want to see him.
And he'll do everything that has to be done.
Hasn't he always?
Of course...
you two haven't always seen eye to eye.
But that hasn't been entirely his fault, you know that, don't you?
You're always inclined to favour one over the other.
I have often spoken to you about it.
You've made fish of one, and fowl of the other,
so often that no-one knew where he was or what he was.
You should have listened to me more.
You should.
You know that, don't you?
I have been right more often than you have, you know.
But because I was a woman, you pushed me into the background.
Oh, yes, yes you did.
And all I ever wanted
was for you,
and for Rome.
Nothing I ever did was for myself.
Nothing.
Only for you.
And for Rome.
As a Claudian should.
Oh, yes, my dear.
I'm a Claudian.
I think you're apt to forget that at times.
But I never did.
No.
Never.
No.
KNOCK AT DOOR.
How is he?
He's dead.
Augustus is dead.
The Earth will shake.
I must go and see the Senators and the Consuls from Rome.
Stay with him until I return.
By the way...
don't touch the figs.
Augustus has fallen into a deep sleep.
He willed himself to stay awake until my son arrived and then,
comforted by his return,
he dozed off.
There's no point in your waiting here.
Come back again tomorrow.
Between now and then, I will
post bulletins on the door.
You are Colonel Sejanus?
Yes, lady.
The son of the Commander of the Guard?
Yes, lady.
Your father has high regard for you.
I hope you won't find it misplaced.
You know why you're here.
Yes, I leave at once.
Good.
Lady.
Uh...
Weight it with stones.
We'll bury it at sea.
Are you Flavius Maximus? Yes, what is the message?
It's here.
Uh...
Let the will be read.
This is the last will and testament of Augustus Caesar,
formerly Gaius Octavius of the family of Julius.
Made on the 3rd April
in the year of the consuls Lucius Plancus and Gaius Cilnius.
"For as much as a sinister fate has bereft me of my sons,
"Gaius and Lucius,
"it is now my will that Tiberius Claudius Nero Caesar
"become my heir in the first range of two-thirds of my estate.
"And in the remaining third of the first range,
"also it is my will that my beloved wife, Livia, shall become my heir."
KNOCKING
Come in!
"And in recognition of her life-long service to the state,
"shall give the Senate..."
What do you want?
Spit it out, boy.
Said I might come and offer my...
Condolences.
It's a terrible tragedy.
Have you been in the Senate?
On the steps. I'm not allowed in the Senate.
No, neither am I.
They won't allow me in because I'm a woman and they won't allow
you in because you're a fool.
That's strange, because it's filled with
nothing but old women and fools!
They've read the will.
That's what they think.
Pardon? Where have they got to?
They asked Uncle Tiberius to take Augustus's place.
But he refused.
And I'll bet they asked him again and I'll bet that he said yes.
Yes, he did.
Well, what are they doing now?
Debating whether to make Augustus a god.
Debating, are they?
What do you think? I think they should.
I think it was foretold.
Really?
Who foretold it?
J-J-J...
Jove.
Jove, eh?
100 days ago, he melted the letter 'C' on one of Augustus's statues.
What does that mean - idiot head?
If you strike a letter 'C' from Caesar,
'aesar' is left then....
In Etruscan, 'aesar' means 'god'.
It's time for us to be Etruscan,
now, have we?
Yes, our mother.
I've been studying it.
Oh, you fool.
If Jove wanted to talk to us, don't you think he'd talk to us in Latin, not in Etruscan?
What would be the point of that?
You hadn't thought of that, had you?
All the same,
you could drop a note to your Uncle Tiberius, if I were you.
It sounds to me as if he could use all the arguments he could get.
Will they make Augustus a god?
Oh yes.
He is a god.
And so shall I be one day.
I prophesy.
If Jove ever melts a 'C' off your name,
what's left will turn out to mean jackass.
Bye-bye, Claw-claw. All right, you can go now.
You wicked woman!
Wickedness.
HER LAUGHTER ECHOES
Here, what's this?
Augustus's will. You stole it!
His last will!!
LAUGHTER CONTINUES
Poison his queen.
Poison his queen!
Stop it. Stop it!
Stop it!
Stop it, stop it, stop it!
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