Suicide of Nero
Nero, the once-powerful Emperor of Rome, hides in a secluded villa outside Rome as the Senate declares him a public enemy. Hearing the approaching horses of his pursuers, he realizes his time is up an
Setting
A secluded room in the Villa of Phaon, located just outside Rome. The room is small and sparsely furnished, with thick stone walls that muffle outside sounds. A narrow window offers a view of the surrounding countryside, now darkened by the approaching night.
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Nero
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A man in his early 30s with a slightly plump face, curly reddish-brown hair, and a weak chin. His eyes are wide with fear, and his skin is pale from days of hiding. His hands tremble slightly as he clutches a dagger.
Phaon
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A middle-aged freedman of sturdy build, with a weathered face marked by years of service. His dark hair is streaked with gray, tied back in a simple Roman style. His hands are calloused, showing signs of both manual labor and recent wealth.
Epaphroditus
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A middle-aged man of slight build, with sharp features and thinning dark hair. His face bears the marks of years spent in service, with deep-set eyes that reflect both intelligence and weariness. His hands are delicate, accustomed to writing rather than labor.
Guard
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A sturdy, middle-aged Roman soldier with a weathered face, short-cropped dark hair, and a thick beard. His muscular build suggests years of military training and discipline. His eyes are alert, scanning for any signs of danger.
Dialog
Nero
Do you hear them, Phaon? The Furies themselves ride for us! Jupiter's thunder is but a whisper compared to those hooves!
Phaon
Domine, the stable boy saw torches on the Via Appia. They'll be at the gate before the next hour.
Nero
We are still Augustus! The mob cheered when we played Persephone's Lament - they wouldn't dare...
Phaon
The Senate's decree names you hostis publicus, my lord. The horses carry men with orders, not memories.
Nero
What artist ever died like this? No chorus, no proper light... Phaon, you must help me find the right pose!
Phaon
The time for poses is past, dominus. Dis Pater's boatman won't ask for an encore.
Nero
Qualis artifex pereo! How does the artist die? Like this? Like... this?
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