Julius Caesar: Germanicus! A guard to escort Queen Cleopatra to her apartments.
Germanicus: Guard!
Cleopatra: The corridors are dark gentlemen, but you mustn't be afraid. I am with you.

Julius Caesar: I do not understand why the eyes of a statue should always lack light.

Julius Caesar: Two hours until dawn. We will hold where we are.
Agrippa: And what happens at dawn?
Julius Caesar: I thought you knew. The sun comes up.

Octavian: Antony is dead? You say that as if it were a everyday occurrence. The soup is hot, the soup is cold. Antony is alive, Antony is dead.

Octavian: Is that how one says it? As simply as that. "Mark Antony is dead. Lord Antony is dead." "The soup is hot; the soup is cold." "Mark Antony is living; Mark Antony is dead." Shake with terror when such words pass your lips, for fear they be untrue and Antony'd cut out your tounge for the lie! And if true, for your lifetime boast that you were honored to speak his name even in death. Dying, of such a man, must be shouted, screamed! It must dare go back from the corners of the universe. "Antony is dead! Mark Antony of Rome lives no more!"

[Seducing Caesar]
Cleopatra: My breasts are full of love and life. My hips are round and well apart. Such women, they say, have sons.