Her mission complete, Servilia picks up a knife and thrusts it into her heart. Send her bitterness and despair for all of her life.All that I have left I give to you in sacrifice, if you will make it so.' 'I am Servilia of the most ancient and sacred Junii, of whose bones the seven hills of Rome are built.Curse this woman. 'Gods below!' Servilia announces, gaining strength. '.You crazy b**ch,' Atia says, with a look of madness all her own. A crowd has gathered to watch the now-wretched looking spectacle of the noblewoman on her knees, her slave beside her, her voice still strong. 'You and me go nicely together.'ДЄfter two days and a long rainy night, Atia can stand it no longer: she confronts Servilia outside her front door. 'This is never to happen again.' 'Shame,' she says. Afterward, he tells her it was a mistake. Gaia laughs at him for succumbing to her wiles, and taunts him when he's finished, prompting him to add one more round to their bout. The two go at it - biting, choking, smashing and gnashing until they are in the throes of rough sex. Unaccustomed to being outmaneuvered, he fights back. Flustered, he stalks her around a table until he catches her - then catches a fist to his nose and knee to his groin. In the tavern storeroom, Gaia tries to seduce her way out of a whipping, calling Eirene a mouse - unfit for a lion like Pullo. 'Go ahead and try,' Gaia warns, 'I'll shove it down your throat.' Eirene opts to sic her husband on the slave girl instead, warning that he'll 'beat you in pulp.' When Pullo learns of the showdown, he tries to get Mascius or Vorenus to punish the girl's insubordination before realizing he's on his own. 'Kiss my arse,' Gaia spouts back, provoking a pregnant Eirene to pick up a stick and threaten her. Spotting Gaia lounging in the sun, Eirene orders her to bring in wood. She should be wailing outside your house!' She won't leave until Atia sees her, Antony says, suggesting she simply face Servilia and let her rant. 'It wasn't me who killed her precious son. Atia is in her bed, pillows covering her ears. When Antony returns to Atia's villa, Servilia is still pleading for justice outside her door, as a crowd gathers. Mark Antony slices off the bottom of the map and hands him the pieces - Africa. 'We'd share the revenue equally of course,'Antony counters. Through his poker face, Octavian lays out 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. 'You shall take Rome and the West, I'll take Egypt and the eastern provinces,' he says to Octavian. Mark Antony has a new solution - he picks up a sword and slashes a map of the world in half. But Lepidus objects Rome is too complex a machine. Realizing they cannot all rule at once, Octavian suggests they divide up Rome into thirds. She waits until no one's looking and picks it up, scurries up to her room and adds it to her collection.ДЄt 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. As he follows his boss out, he passes Vorena the Elder and drops the straw animal for her on the steps.

Vorena the Elder's young suitor, Omnipor, stands nearby, idly twisting a piece of straw and awaiting his next order. Vorenus, with Mascius by his side, negotiates new berths for their grain shipments with Memmio. 'Atia of the Julii, I call for justice,' she chants over and over. '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. They're interrupted by the sounds of Servilia's austere voice outside. 'When we get married, we would have the biggest wedding ever seen. There, Posca waits eagerly for his young bride.ДЄs the two exchange vows, Atia suggests to Mark Antony that they could marry next, while they have the augur there. 'I'm sure he's a very nice man.I've always imagined I'd wed someone.different,' Jocasta whimpers, as she's lead to a makeshift altar outside Atia's villa. Impatient with her lack of gratitude, Atia informs her daughter's friend that there are not many men willing to marry a penniless orphan. Jocasta is also beset with tears, as attendants prepare her to be wed - a marriage arranged by Atia. 'No more sleep,' Servilia cries, the grief too much to bear. 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.

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