Quotes
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[Brutus comes home to find Quintus and Servilia working on a document]
Marcus Junius Brutus : Might I have a quiet word?
Servilia of the Junii : Of course.
[Quintus doesn't move; Brutus gives him a hard look]
Marcus Junius Brutus : A QUIET word?
Servilia of the Junii : Oh, you may speak in front of Quintus.
Marcus Junius Brutus : As you wish, it is of Quintus I speak. The good man has been here several days now. Perhaps he grows weary of entertaining us with his happy presence.
Servilia of the Junii : Do not mind him, Quintus. He has no manners.
[to Brutus]
Servilia of the Junii : He shall stay as long as it pleases me.
Marcus Junius Brutus : Well, that's the thing, Mother. I do not see in what way he could possibly please you. What is his purpose? Does he help you to write poetry?
Servilia of the Junii : He has a good ear.
Marcus Junius Brutus : Indeed? Hmm.
[to Quintus]
Marcus Junius Brutus : You surprise me.
Servilia of the Junii : He has fire in him. It warms me.
Marcus Junius Brutus : Light more lamps if you are cold! It looks very ill to keep a son of Pompey in our house.
Servilia of the Junii : [sarcastically] And we should strike such fine figures otherwise!
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Marcus Junius Brutus : You are looking much better.
Servilia of the Junii : I am not better, however.
Marcus Junius Brutus : Well, I must get you out to the country, perhaps. Some fresh air and sunshine would do you good. This lying abed is not healthy.
Servilia of the Junii : I rise when I have reason to do so. Don't loiter here pretending to be solicitous. Go to your friend's obscene display.
Marcus Junius Brutus : Mother...
[he reaches for her]
Servilia of the Junii : [forcefully] Go!
[Brutus looks hurt; Servilia raises her gaze and looks at him]
Servilia of the Junii : [gently] Go.
[Brutus walks out]