[Todo el fragmento es una delicia. Desde 5:51 para el diálogo... ¡qué diálogo!] «—lm told you come here to sleep. —Not to sleep. —To pass the night then. —lm not alone. The old boy and l exchange memories of life. lts like having a roommate, or should l say, tomb-mate? —lf he were in your place, would l find Caesar here? Hidden away, wrapped in moonlight and endless self-pity? —Self-pity again! You repeat yourself! Find new reproaches! —Until now it has just been a part of your being drunk. Singing sad songs for Antony. —Your time would be better spent negotiating with Octavian. Why did you not give my head to Agrippa? lts no great loss to me. Dying the second time is painless and possibly an advantage to you. The basis, perhaps, of a great new alliance with Rome. —l do not want a great new alliance with Rome. —What do you want? —l have come for Mark Antony. What is left of his army, Rufio, my son and l....all of Egypt are waiting for him. There is little time. —Mark Antony? There is no one here by that name... alive. Time for what? For Mark Antony to appear in shiny armor... swords flashing in both hands? Agrippa. Octavian. Stand back! Rejoice! Mark Antony will save the day! Antony, you say? He died at Actium… running away. He tried to run on the water, the story goes... but you werent there to hold his hand! Rufio, my legions, waiting. For what? To ask me what they carry in their eyes... in their hearts, in their sleep, as l have in mine.” Why are you not dead? Why do you live? How can you live? Why do you not lie in the deepest hole of the sea... bloodless and bloated and at peace with honorable death?” You… begged forgiveness from me for running away. You wept and gave your reason. A mother to her child, a queen to her country. Where and how can l weep and beg? From whom? The thousands and thousands who can no longer hear me? Shall l give my reason? Shall l say simply, l loved? When l saw you go, l saw nothing. Felt, heard, thought nothing except your going. Not the dying and dead, not Rome, not Egypt... not victory or defeat, honor or disgrace... only that my love was going and l must be with her. That my love, my master, called. And l followed. And that only then... l looked back... and l saw. How right you were. Have as your master anyone, anything... but never love. —How wrong. How wrong l was…Antony, the love you followed is here.»
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