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Pompey Magnus : Why so melancholy, Brutus?
Marcus Junius Brutus : Oh, do I seem so?
Pompey Magnus : Mmm.
Marcus Junius Brutus : Forgive me. No, Caesar's defeat is a blessing. We cannot endure tyrants. But I cannot celebrate it. Caesar was as my father to me.
Porcius Cato : I feel for you. When do we strike?
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[after Brutus announces that he plans to go with Cicero]
Porcius Cato : Without the force of your name, the cause of the Re...
Marcus Junius Brutus : Do not! Do not talk to me of the Republic! If I had known what wretched company and rotten food I would endure, if I had known what an old fool is Pompey, I would never have left Rome...!
[He realizes Pompey is standing behind him]
Marcus Junius Brutus : Forgive my anger. I'm not myself.
Pompey Magnus : Think nothing of it. I merit your disappointment.
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[after the rout at Pharsalus, an officer finds Pompey sitting with his back against a tree]
Officer : Sir! Caesar's men are coming!
Pompey Magnus : [absently] I've cut my hand.
Officer : We should go, sir!
Pompey Magnus : It's not deep, but it hurts.
Officer : They will kill you, sir!
Pompey Magnus : It's of no consequence.
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Lucius Vorenus : Surely Pompey had Caesar at greater disadvantage.
Pompey Magnus : He did... he did. It didn't seem possible to lose. That's always a bad sign.
Pompey Magnus : [Pompey begins to use a stick to draw the battlefield in the dirt] The battlefield was on a plain by a river at the foot of some low hills. Like this, you see. The lines met here. My men held their ground well, so I sent my horses at his right flank. Which is perfectly correct, you'll agree.
Lucius Vorenus : I do.
Pompey Magnus : Only the cowards were repulsed. Repulsed by a single cohort of reserves. Turned and fled, 200 horses. Crashed directly into my left flank. Rolled up my line like a carpet. Put the whole damn army to flight. And here I am. That's how Pompey Magnus was defeated. That's how the Republic died.
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[last lines; Pompey arrives on the beach in Alexandria]
Lucius Septimius : Sir! You probably don't remember me. Lucius Septimius. Centurion, Fourth Cohort in Spain.
Pompey Magnus : Lucius Septimius, of course, of course. Well, what are you doing here?
Lucius Septimius : Working for the gyppos, sir. It's not the legions, but one must earn's one's salt.
Pompey Magnus : Indeed he must. Well, onward, friend.
[He reaches out and takes Septimius's hand. Septimius seizes it and stabs Pompey in the chest. Pompey gasps]
Lucius Septimius : [whispering] I'm sorry, sir.
[He steps back and chops Pompey's head off]
