Death of Augustus
The first Roman Emperor, Augustus, lies on his deathbed in the villa at Nola, surrounded by his wife Livia, his stepson and successor Tiberius, a physician, and a slave attendant. The room is tense as
Setting
Inside a grand Roman villa in Nola, Campania. The room is spacious, with high ceilings and marble floors, adorned with frescoes depicting Roman victories. Large windows allow the summer light to filter in, casting long shadows across the opulent space.
Characters
Augustus
primary
A frail, elderly man in his late 70s, with thinning gray hair and deep lines etched into his face from decades of rule. His once-commanding physique is now gaunt beneath the bed linens, his skin pallid with approaching death. His hands, resting atop the covers, show prominent veins and age spots.
Livia
primary
A stately Roman matron in her early seventies, with a slender but commanding presence. Her once-dark hair is now streaked with silver, meticulously arranged in the traditional nodus hairstyle. High cheekbones frame a face that still bears traces of aristocratic beauty, though her pale complexion shows the strain of prolonged vigilance. Her hands, resting near Augustus, are adorned with simple gold rings—markers of status rather than ostentation.
Tiberius
secondary
A tall, broad-shouldered man in his mid-50s with sharp features and piercing eyes. His dark hair is streaked with grey, tied back in a simple Roman style. His military bearing is evident even in stillness.
Physician
secondary
A middle-aged Greek man with a lean, wiry build, his olive skin marked by deep lines around his eyes from years of squinting in dim light. His dark brown eyes are sharp and observant, framed by bushy eyebrows. His hair is thinning, with streaks of gray at the temples, and he wears a neatly trimmed beard. His hands are clean but rough from frequent washing with harsh soaps.
Slave attendant
background
A household slave of indeterminate age, with a wiry frame and sun-darkened skin from years of outdoor labor. His hands are calloused, moving with practiced efficiency as he prepares the funeral herbs. His hair is closely cropped in the practical style of Roman slaves, and his expression is carefully neutral, betraying no emotion.
Dialog
Augustus
Livia... the battle is lost. But Rome must endure beyond this old soldier.
Livia
My lord, the gods have blessed Rome through you. Your testament stands as you ordained.
Physician
Dominus, your pulse weakens. Permit me to prepare a draught of poppy.
Augustus
No more potions, Greek. Save your arts for men who still fear Pluto's threshold.
Livia
Tiberius comes. Remember, my love—the eagle passes only to worthy hands.
Augustus
Let him approach. A Caesar must face his destiny as I faced mine at Actium.
Physician
The fever rises, Domina. The household gods should be summoned.