The corridors are dark, gentlemen but you mustn't be afraid. I am with you.
We must not disappoint the mighty Caesar! The Romans tell fabulous tales of my baths and handmaidens... and my morals!
I will not be told where I can go and where I cannot go!
I am the Nile. I will have sons. Isis has told me My breasts are full of love and life. My hips are rounded and well apart. Such women, they say, have sons.
How dare you and the rest of your barbarians set fire to my library? Play conqueror all you want, Mighty Caesar! Rape, murder, pillage thousands, millions of human beings! But neither you nor any other barbarian has the right to destroy one human thought!
There are never enough hours in the days of a queen, and her nights have too many.
We'll make this our beginning. Beginning with tonight... You must never envy Caesar, or anyone, anything else again.
Strange, there has not been such a silence.
Octavian, when I am ready to die, I will die.
I shall have to insist that you mind what you say. I am Isis. I am worshiped by millions who believe it. You are not to confuse what I am with the so-called divine origin which every Roman general seems to acquire together with his shield. It was, uh, Venus you chose to be descended from, wasn't it?
Catullus doesn't approve of you... why haven't you had him killed?
Without you Antony, this is not a world I want to live in, much less conquer.Because for me there would be no love anywhere. Do you want me to die with you ? I will. Or do you want me to live with you ? Whatever you choose.
... a position not acquired without certain, shall we say, sacrifice.
Flavius, return Apollodorus' dagger to him but clean it first. It has Pothinus all over it.
I do not understand why the eyes of a statue should always lack life.
You all look so impressive. Any one of you could be king.
Et cetera, et cetera; you welcome me. And I, Gaius Julius Caesar, Consul of the Roman Senate, Pontifex Maximus, et cetera, et cetera, thank you.
Ah, yes. I seem to recall some mention of an obsession you have about your divinity... Isis, is it not?
From the first instant I saw you, entering Rome on that monstrous stone beast, shining in the sun like a little gold toy how I envied Caesar. Went suddenly sick with it. Not his conquests or his triumphs. Not his titles of the mob. I envied him you.
Why are you not dead? Why do you live? How do you live? Why do you not lie at the deepest hole of the sea, bloodless, and bloated, and at peace with honorable death?
Take my breath away...
Your tongue is old, but sharp, Cicero. Be careful how you waggle it. One day it will cut off your head.
Octavian... this son of Caesar, does it upset you?
You were so shut at the mouth just now one would think your words were are precious to you as your gold.
You know, Octavian... it's possible that when you die, you will die without ever having been alive.