Mio figlio Nerone Page #4

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# Tremble before me, people! #

- Normally he sings even better.

- No doubt.

There will be much applause.

# But someone is still

stronger then Nero... #

# - Who is it? - Who is it?

- Who will it be? #

# Who will it be? #

She is the mother.

# Mother... Mother... #

As soon as it's over, everyone will boo.

These are the orders of Agrippina.

- And then what will happen to us?

- While Agrippina is alive, you will be safe.

- Order from Seneca: everyone will

cheer, or else! - Stay calm.

(Nero sings)

When it stops, start booing.

(Nero sings)

Canary! Canary of Rome!

If he had won a battle, would he

have gotten half as much applause?

Crown him quickly, before it is too late.

- They cannot boo, the pretorians prevented it.

- Do you want me to call the Germans?

Thank you, thank you for your approval.

But I have not yet deserved this crown.

I consider your applause

as a great encouragement.

It demonstrates how much

my song delights you.

As a token of my appreciation, I will

sing my song for you again, 823 times.

- What did he say? 23?

- No, 823. - Oh...

- And they say that he is not generous.

- Yes, it is such a beautiful surprise.

Block the doors while Nero

sings. Nobody can leave.

- And if someone becomes unwell?

- He can exit after the final applause.

(twang)

# Mother! Mother! #

# I know what you want me to do! #

# the armour of my grandfather... #

#... I will not wear... #

# You want to know why?

# It appeals to you, but not to me. #

# This story knows how it will end. #

(laughs)

"Quo vadis, mama"!

- It's horrible. - Keep quiet!

- No! I am a veteran soldier.

- I have fought for 20 years in Germany.

- So did I.

- These veterans annoy me. Where is Aniceto?

- He was here, but then he disappeared.

(Nero sings)

Dog! Stop! Dog!

Enough, go away! Enough!

(discord)

- They boo. - They boo.

- They boo. - They boo.

- They boo?

- They do.

(twang)

(anger)

Seneca, I'm sorry, it seems the people

do not share your opinion about music.

And the opinion of the people counts.

The songs of Nero are just too refined

for the vulgar taste of these peasants.

There is nothing for it. We must send him

to Britain, and forget this ever happened.

We can leave tomorrow morning.

Nice work, Seneca. My compliments.

Just how are you going to get the situation

under control? What arguments do you have?

The only person who can convince Nero tonight...

... is you, my dear.

- Me? - Certainly. Can you sing?

- Why? - We must give Nero new

confidence in his voice.

(Poppea sings)

- Poppea, you are singing my song!

You have learned it? - Naturally.

- Do you like it? - It is wonderful.

If you hear it once, you can't forget it anymore.

- But why do the people boo to me? Don't

they understand? - But I understand you.

- Isn't that enough?

- Yes, Poppea, you must never abandon me.

You will never abandon me, right?

Never, Poppea, never, never, never!

Never.

(Nero cries)

They have been watering the milk again?

Does Poppea know about this?

Filthy slaves! Water in the milk!

Dirty slaves!

Poppea, let me see your skin.

Your skin is ruined.

They have mixed the milk with water.

Poppea, you seem to shine...

Lovely Poppea, marry me.

Oh, Nero, I was hoping you would say that!

We must leave, before they change your mind.

We can escape so somewhere far away.

- Yes. far away. To Egypt. Do you like that?

- Yes. In Egypt with you! It's like a dream!

We will see the mysterious pyramids,

and all the palaces of the Pharaohs.

- I will sleep in the bed of Cleopatra...

- No, Cleopatra no!

I will be empress! How marvellous!

- It's marvellous to see you dance, Poppea.

- I will dance for you.

I will dance for you now.

No, not like that. Almost nude. Here. Put this on.

Tonight has been a great triumph.

The emperor is in your hands, Agrippina.

Not completely. It's too early to claim the victory.

- We can't win as long as Poppea and Seneca are alive.

- What can we do to help?

Nothing, I will take care of it this evening.

- Come here. Beautiful! - Even in rags?

- Yes, you must dress this way.

We will live as beggars. Charming!

It seems Egypt is full of beggars.

You and I, living with the beggars.

Alm for a poor beggar, give us alms.

What a fantasy!

Poppea, it's not a joke.

You said that you would never leave me.

I have always wanted to live like a poor artist.

- Is that for you?

- You're joking. You want to abandon the throne?

Yes, why not? It is MY throne. Not yours.

I have renounced 2 husbands,

and I've risked my reputation.

I've risked my life to become empress,

and now you want me to become a beggar?

You are crazy!

I will go alone! I forsake

the throne. I am an artist!

You, an artist?

Do you know what your singing sounds like?

- Like a... - Like a nightingale.

- Yes? - Like a nightingale. I have proof.

- Who is this?

- One of the people who hissed at your show. - Dog!

Mercy, Caesar. You song was beautiful.

- Then why did you hiss?

- Mercy, I was protecting my family.

- How so? Tell me.

- He was paid to hiss at you. - By who?

- Crepereius, by order of your mother.

- You stinking liar!

- My mother paid you?

- She has paid the people for hissing.

Oh Caesar, you sing very well,

your songs are a phenomenon.

Seneca...

My mother paid the people to do it!

- The gods have decided to make me an orphan!

- Nero.

What you want?

Nero! Nero!

Mushrooms. Venom of cobra. Wolfbane.

Tail of a lizard. Toadstools.

Quiet, quiet. A little bit more...

- Nero!

- Quiet, Seneca, I am busy.

- This is a powerful poison.

- Are you sure the recipe is right?

- Nero!

- Quiet, Seneca.

- Mama is strong. All the family is.

- I have experimented on a general.

- Nero!

- Yes? Let me be, Seneca.

- Hey! - Who is it?

- It's you. You frightened me.

- I found the arsenic. - Calm!

- Good. It must be a surprise...

- Put in some more arsenic.

- It's my mother, you keep out of this.

- Nero, I do not know what you are making.

- If it is poison, I ask you never to use

it against your mother! - What nonsense!

Nothing, no reason, can justify such an act.

Nero! Remembered: The mother is always the mother.

Seneca is right. I won't do it. Take it away!

- No poison? - No.

But you are young, and may ignore my good advice.

- So unfortunately, you will go ahead and do it.

- I will? - Yes, regrettably.

As your teacher, allow me to give you some advice.

- Are you boiling the concoction?

- Shouldn't I? - No, that cancels the effect.

Right again, Seneca. Look, it is clear now.

- Shake it well. - What? - Shake it.

- Is it strong enough?

- It will be fine.

Don't worry. It is an old family recipe.

Look at the snake, it's asleep.

- Tonight it will sleep even better, in a bed.

- Whose bed? - Poppea's.

You will put it there tonight.

I will give Seneca his lemonade.

Let's go.

By Jove! What are you doing! Are you scared?

Look! Look! A German!

Get him!

- You murderer!

- Help, help me!

- Is it safe now? - Yes.

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