SERVILIA: Hello, gentlemen. Thank you so much for taking the time. It appears that Brutus and Cassius are on the move. 

OCTAVIUS: That's right. Antony thought Brutus and Cassius would keep their armies in the hills where they would have a strategic advantage, but it looks like they're coming to fight us in the field, here at Philippi. 

ANTONY: I know exactly what they're up to. They're trying to intimidate us, but I know that they are the ones who are afraid. 

SERVILIA: Well, just then a messenger arrives, confirming that the armies are approaching and plan to fight immediately. 

ANTONY: Immediately? Sorry, Servilia, it looks like this interview will have to wait. Octavius, take your army to the left and keep an eye out. 

OCTAVIUS: You go to the left. I'll go to the right. 

ANTONY: Why are you suddenly contradicting me at the most critical time? 

OCTAVIUS: I'm not contradicting you. I'm just telling you which way to go. 

SERVILIA: Well, before you can sort this out, Brutus and Cassius arrive with their armies. You can see them across the field. 

OCTAVIUS: Shall I give the sign to attack? 

ANTONY: No, no. We only counter-attack. Wait for them to make a move. 

SERVILIA: I'm sorry, gentlemen. It seems that Brutus and Cassius want to talk. We're hooking up a live feed now. If you could just look right over there. 

BRUTUS: Ah, words before blows, eh gentleman? 

OCTAVIUS: We don't really love words, the way you do, Brutus. 

BRUTUS: Better to be good with words than bad with the sword, Octavius. 

ANTONY: In being bad with your sword, you gave good words, Brutus. Just look at the hole you made in Caesar's heart crying, "Long live. Hail Caesar!" 

CASSIUS: I don't know how you are with a sword, Antony, but your words are so sweet they leave the bees honeyless. 

ANTONY: Not stingless too? 

BRUTUS: Oh, yes. And soundless. You've stolen their buzzing so you can buzz at us before you sing. 

ANTONY: If only you had buzzed before you struck when you killed Caesar. But no, you are villains. You've sucked up to him and praised him and bowed at his feet, while Casca, like a dog, snuck up behind him and stabbed him in the neck. 

CASSIUS: I told you. We should have killed him when we killed Caesar. 

OCTAVIUS: Come on. Are we going to spend all day arguing? If we break a sweat arguing, well, we may as well spill blood. I draw a sword against conspirators, and it shall stay out until Caesar's 33 wounds are avenged, or till I die at the sword of a traitor. 

BRUTUS: You won't die at the hands of traitors unless you bought some traitors with you. 

OCTAVIUS: I hope a traitor won't kill me. I was not born to die on Brutus' sword. 

BRUTUS: If you had even a little nobility of character, you would know that you could not die a more honorable death than to be killed by me. 

CASSIUS: Come on, Brutus. They're not worth it. A schoolboy and a drunk. 

ANTONY: And you, an old man, Cassius. 

OCTAVIUS: Enough of this. If you dare fight today, come to the fields. If not, when you have stomachs for it. Can we go now? 

SERVILIA: Sure.