Caesar

I am dying, Maximus. And when a man sees his end, he wants to know that there was some purpose to his life. How will the world speak my name in the years to come? The philosopher? The warrior? The tyrant? Or will I be the Emperor who gave Rome back her true self? You see -- there was a dream that was Rome. You could only whisper it. Anything more than a whisper and it would vanish. And I fear it will not survive the winter. Let us whisper together, Maximus, you and I.  

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