Rome2005

Mark Antony:
Poor sad wretch gives everything you ask for. The Senate will ratify your status. You get your triumph, stand for consul, and Pompey will retire to Spain. He'd suck Posca's cock if you asked him to.

Gaius Julius Caesar:
Too generous by far. I never thought Pompey would accept such terms.

Mark Antony:
You think it's a strategem?

Gaius Julius Caesar:
I doubt it. He and what few forces he has are trapped and grow weaker by the day. We might crush him at will. But now that he has offered truce, I would look like the worst sort of tyrant if I attack him. Posca here thinks I should accept. Make peace.

Mark Antony:
In exchange for what?

Posca:
Peace is its own reward.

Mark Antony:
Snivelry! The ram has touched the wall! No mercy!

Posca:
Pompey has no great army, but he has the Senate with him. He has legitimacy.

Mark Antony:
In Rome they are the Senate. Beyond these walls they're just three hundred old men.

Gaius Julius Caesar:
As you say Anthony. But others will agree with Posca. They have made this shameful surrender public. It will be read throughout Italy. If I am not a tyrant. If I merely seek legitimacy then why would I not accept such favorable terms?

Posca:
[Perusing Pompey's surrender] He refuses to meet us in person?

Gaius Julius Caesar:
[thinking] Very good. Simple. Hoi polloi can understand a reason like that. He refuses to meet me face to face, man to man. [in mock anger] He refuses to meet me!

Mark Antony:
[laughing] Right. That's it. No truce. Let's be after him. [begins to leave]

Gaius Julius Caesar:
Patience. He's well caught. We'll leave when the time is right.

Mark Antony:
When?

Gaius Julius Caesar:
When the time is right.

Mark Antony:
But we should have left Rome long ago. The apple is ripe for plucking and we sit here doing nothing?

Gaius Julius Caesar:
Pompey's not an apple. And I am not a farmer.