Suicide of Nero
Emperor Nero, hiding in the villa of his freedman Phaon, hears the approaching horsemen sent by the Senate to capture him. Realizing his fate is sealed, he prepares to take his own life with a dagger,
Setting
A secluded room in the Villa of Phaon, nestled in the countryside near Rome. The room is sparsely furnished, with thick stone walls that muffle outside noise. A narrow window offers a partial view of the approaching horsemen through the morning haze.
Characters
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Nero
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A slightly plump man in his early 30s with a fair complexion, curly auburn hair styled in the imperial manner, and weak blue eyes that dart nervously. His face shows the remnants of imperial indulgence—soft features with traces of dissipation around the mouth and eyes. His hands tremble noticeably.
Phaon
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A lean, middle-aged man of average height with sun-weathered skin and deep-set, wary eyes. His hair is cropped short in the Roman style, showing streaks of gray. His hands are calloused, hinting at past manual labor despite his current status.
Secretary
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A middle-aged man of slight build, with sharp features and ink-stained fingers from years of scribing. His dark, close-cropped hair is graying at the temples, and his gaunt face bears the marks of long hours spent in service to the emperor.
Horseman
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A tall, armored figure atop a warhorse, obscured by the morning haze. His face is hidden beneath a bronze helmet with a transverse crest, and his muscular frame suggests years of military training. The horse, a powerful chestnut stallion, foams slightly at the bit from the hard ride.
Dialog
Nero
Oimoi! Do you hear that thunder of hooves? Pluto's chariot comes for me!
Phaon
Dominus...per-perhaps we might yet find refuge in the cellar? The horsemen may pass—
Nero
You cretin! The Senate has voted—the whole world knows! Have you no dagger? Strike! Strike before those dogs take me!
Phaon
It...it is said the divine Augustus whispered 'acta est fabula' at his end. Might...might your divine self...?
Nero
No! No curtain calls for Nero! What artist dies on command?
Nero
Hark! The Furies sing my exit music...
Phaon
Jupiter protect us—the torches—they're at the gate!
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