Suicide of Nero
Emperor Nero, abandoned by his allies and declared a public enemy by the Senate, takes his own life with the assistance of his freedman Epaphroditus in a secluded chamber of Phaon's villa.
Setting
A secluded chamber within the Villa of Phaon, located on the outskirts of Rome. The room is modest compared to Nero's usual lavish surroundings, with simple stone walls and a tiled floor. The villa itself is surrounded by olive groves and vineyards, providing a quiet retreat.
Characters
Nero
primary
A man in his early thirties, with a once-athletic build now showing signs of recent neglect. His face is pale, with dark circles under his eyes, and his curly auburn hair is disheveled. His features, once handsome and youthful, are now drawn with exhaustion and despair.
Epaphroditus
secondary
A middle-aged freedman of Greek descent, with a wiry build and sun-weathered skin. His dark hair is streaked with gray, pulled back in a simple Roman style. His hands are calloused from years of service, yet his posture retains traces of imperial training.
Phaon
secondary
A middle-aged Roman man of patrician bearing, with a lean but sturdy build. His face is weathered from years of managing his estate, with deep-set eyes and a prominent nose. His short-cropped hair is graying at the temples, and he sports a neatly trimmed beard in the style favored by Roman landowners of the period.
Slave Boy
background
A thin, wiry adolescent boy of about 14 years with olive-toned skin and close-cropped dark hair. His wide-set brown eyes dominate his gaunt face, which bears the marks of malnutrition. His hands are rough from manual labor, with dirt permanently embedded under the nails.
Dialog
Nero
Is this how Jupiter's favored son meets his end? Abandoned like a common thief in some provincial hovel?
Epaphroditus
Dominus must act now. The horsemen approach—they will not grant you an emperor's death.
Nero
You would have me hurry? After fourteen years of divine rule, I should rush like a slave to Dis Pater's halls?
Epaphroditus
The steel is sharp, Dominus. Your hand must be steadier than your voice.
Nero
Wait—do you hear? They sing my verses in the streets still! The people love their poet-emperor!
Epaphroditus
Those are not songs, Dominus. Those are the shouts of the Praetorians coming to drag you through the Forum.
Nero
Then guide my hand, faithful one—let Rome remember how Nero Claudius Caesar faced the Fates!