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Servilia cradles a mask of Brutus' face. She weeps as she holds it up to her own, prompting Eleni to pry the delicate mask from her hands, and urge her to get some sleep. "No more sleep," Servilia cries - the is grief too much to bear.
Jocasta is also beset with tears, as attendants prepare her to be wed – a marriage arranged by Atia. Impatient with her lack of gratitude, Atia informs her daughter's friend that there are not many men willing to marry a penniless orphan. "I'm sure he's a very nice man ... I've always imagined I'd wed someone...different," Jocasta whimpers, as she's led to a makeshift altar outside Atia's villa. There, Posca waits eagerly for his young bride.
As the two exchange vows, Atia suggests to Mark Antony that they could marry next, while they have the augur there. "Oh that wouldn't do," he says quickly. "When we get married, we would have the biggest wedding ever seen. You deserve nothing less."
They're interrupted by the sounds of Servilia's austere voice outside. "Atia of the Julii, I call for justice." Embarassed, Atia excuses herself from the party and heads to her front door, where she peers through a window hatch to see Servilia kneeling in the street – hands stretched out, clothes tattered, and Eleni sprinkling ashes on her head – the embodiment of humiliation and indignation. "Atia of the Julii, I call for justice," she chants over and over. Atia closes the hatch.
Vorenus, with Mascius by his side, negotiates new berths for their grain shipments with Memmio. Vorena the Elder's young suitor, Omnipor, stands nearby, idly twisting a piece of straw and awaiting his next order. As he follows his boss out, he passes Vorena the Elder and drops the straw animal for her on the steps. She waits until no-one's looking and picks it up, scurries up to her room and adds it to her collection.
At Caesar's villa, Lepidus informs Octavian and Mark Antony that he's been approached by a number of ‘eminent friends’ in the Senate, concerned that the three of them will extend their regime beyond the five years agreed upon, establishing some form of tyranny. Realising they cannot all rule at once, Octavian suggests they divide up Rome into thirds. But Lepidus objects - Rome is too complex a machine.
Mark Antony has a new solution – he picks up a sword and slashes a map of the world in half. "You shall take Rome and the west, I'll take Egypt and the eastern provinces," he says to Octavian. Octavian realises what Antony is offering him: the rowdy Gauls, Germans, a fractious Senate and the Roman mob, all so Antony can run off with the grain supply and all the revenues. "We'd share the revenue equally of course," Antony counters. Lepidus inquires about his territory. Mark Antony slices off the bottom of the map and hands him the pieces – Africa.
When Antony returns to Atia's villa, Servilia is still pleading for justice outside her door, as a crowd gathers. Atia is in her bed, pillows covering her ears. She scolds Antony. "It wasn't me who killed her precious son. She should be wailing outside your house!" She won't leave until Atia sees her, Antony says, suggesting she should simply face Servilia and let her rant. Atia refuses to give her the pleasure.
Jocasta is also beset with tears, as attendants prepare her to be wed – a marriage arranged by Atia. Impatient with her lack of gratitude, Atia informs her daughter's friend that there are not many men willing to marry a penniless orphan. "I'm sure he's a very nice man ... I've always imagined I'd wed someone...different," Jocasta whimpers, as she's led to a makeshift altar outside Atia's villa. There, Posca waits eagerly for his young bride.
As the two exchange vows, Atia suggests to Mark Antony that they could marry next, while they have the augur there. "Oh that wouldn't do," he says quickly. "When we get married, we would have the biggest wedding ever seen. You deserve nothing less."
They're interrupted by the sounds of Servilia's austere voice outside. "Atia of the Julii, I call for justice." Embarassed, Atia excuses herself from the party and heads to her front door, where she peers through a window hatch to see Servilia kneeling in the street – hands stretched out, clothes tattered, and Eleni sprinkling ashes on her head – the embodiment of humiliation and indignation. "Atia of the Julii, I call for justice," she chants over and over. Atia closes the hatch.
Vorenus, with Mascius by his side, negotiates new berths for their grain shipments with Memmio. Vorena the Elder's young suitor, Omnipor, stands nearby, idly twisting a piece of straw and awaiting his next order. As he follows his boss out, he passes Vorena the Elder and drops the straw animal for her on the steps. She waits until no-one's looking and picks it up, scurries up to her room and adds it to her collection.
At Caesar's villa, Lepidus informs Octavian and Mark Antony that he's been approached by a number of ‘eminent friends’ in the Senate, concerned that the three of them will extend their regime beyond the five years agreed upon, establishing some form of tyranny. Realising they cannot all rule at once, Octavian suggests they divide up Rome into thirds. But Lepidus objects - Rome is too complex a machine.
Mark Antony has a new solution – he picks up a sword and slashes a map of the world in half. "You shall take Rome and the west, I'll take Egypt and the eastern provinces," he says to Octavian. Octavian realises what Antony is offering him: the rowdy Gauls, Germans, a fractious Senate and the Roman mob, all so Antony can run off with the grain supply and all the revenues. "We'd share the revenue equally of course," Antony counters. Lepidus inquires about his territory. Mark Antony slices off the bottom of the map and hands him the pieces – Africa.
When Antony returns to Atia's villa, Servilia is still pleading for justice outside her door, as a crowd gathers. Atia is in her bed, pillows covering her ears. She scolds Antony. "It wasn't me who killed her precious son. She should be wailing outside your house!" She won't leave until Atia sees her, Antony says, suggesting she should simply face Servilia and let her rant. Atia refuses to give her the pleasure.
