Inside the party, the main event is about to begin. As servants carry out a cooked but intact bird, feathers and all, dancers take up position to begin a floor show that will no doubt turn salacious in short order. Julii Cooper suspiciously watches Servilia, who is giving nothing away. Octavian, goat testicles notwithstanding, shows no interest in the display and gets up to leave.
Out among the stables, Pullo removes the gag from Quintus's mouth so that Caesar can talk to him. As Octavian wanders out and takes up position where he can do what he does best (eavesdrop), Caesar tells a defiant Quintus that he's sending him back to his father with an offer of truce. "A truce?" Mark Antony repeats incredulously. Caesar has to tell his general to shut it twice before he complies. Caesar reiterates his offer to Quintus: "An equable truce, on good terms. If violence continues, it will not be my doing, but that of your father and his allies." Wouldn't violence have to, you know, begin? And isn't the fact that it hasn't kind of Pompey's doing, what with the running away and all? In any case, Quintus is unimpressed with the offer: "Two full moons will see you on a spike in the forum." Mark Antony furiously calls Quintus a wretch (a wretch? Brrrr!), but Caesar just mildly instructs that Quintus be put astride a horse. Dude, your niece already gave you one horse. Now you're going to steal another one? Ingrate.
As the floor show builds up and the dancers' clothes begin to come off, Julii Cooper slinks over to Servilia, whispering in her ear and trying to get some confirmation that something's going on between her and Caesar. Servilia plays it cool, but Julii Cooper is not to be deterred. She says she can't blame Caesar, stroking Servilia's face and purring, "Such beauty." Servilia slowly takes Julii Cooper's hand and moves it away, rather than twisting it clean off as she obviously wants to. Julii Cooper turns to Calpurnia for validation, raising her voice enough to project it beyond the three-foot conversational barrier of empty space and say, "She has none of the goatishness one normally sees in women her age. Some secret potion, perhaps?" Calpurnia: "You are attempting levity, I believe. Forgive me if I do not indulge in such talk." Burn! Servilia conceals a smile at being defended by her paramour's wife. But I guess she didn't conceal it all that well, since I totally saw it. Julii Cooper, however, is too occupied with her plummeting social status to notice.