- Newsreader: In the north, a great army under the leadership of the generals Hirtius and Pansa, assisted by Caesar Octavian, is about to engage with the forces of the traitor, Mark Antony. All citizens are requested to make offerings for the success of our heroic soldiers. Long live the Republic!
- [after being told how many of Antony's army is dead]
- Posca: Eight thousand!
- Mark Antony: Oh do cheer up; you're still alive, aren't you?
- Posca: I do hope so. If this is the afterlife is it extremely disappointing!
- Atia of the Julii: [Atia pauses while torturing Duro] "Who is this?"
- Octavia of the Julii: Jocasta
- Atia of the Julii: She's a bad influence
- [Levi and Deborah confront Timon, who has just returned home covered in blood]
- Levi: Look at yourself. Look at what you have become. You are an animal.
- Timon: My righteous brother. Did he tell you of his righteous life back in Judea, eh? Did you tell her about that, brother?
- Levi: I've changed my ways.
- Timon: Thieving, gambling, chasing whores.
- Deborah: Stop it.
- Timon: It's the truth.
- Deborah: [angrily] Oh, are you going to start speaking the truth now? Because THAT I would find interesting!
- [Timon doesn't respond]
- Deborah: No? I didn't think so!
- [she storms out]
- Levi: She deserves better.
- Timon: Too bad for her, then, this is what she's got.
- Levi: These treacheries you do for that Roman witch, does she pay you enough?
- Timon: I get what I need.
- Levi: [scoffs] She must lavish you with jewels and gold. What a rich man my brother is. Tell me, where do you hide such fantastic wealth?
- Timon: We both sell what we have to these people.
- Levi: All Rome's wealth is not enough to buy what HaShem has given me.
- Timon: Again with HaShem! Let HaShem make me a living! The money that witch pays me bought this fucking house, this fucking table, and that fucking dress my wife wears!
- Levi: That makes you proud?
- Timon: Proud as any free Roman.
- Levi: [contemptuously] You breathe this fetid air of Rome, but you are not Roman. You walk her beshitted streets, you speak her mongrel language, but you're not Roman. You're a Jew. You may forget that. They never will.