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make the praetorians revolt?

Man:
Death to the mother-killer!

All (together):
To death!

Death to the mother-killer?

I am an orphan!

- Caesar, why do you not flee?

- Enough.

The public must forgive me

this professional flirting.

At times like this,

the actor disappears,...

...and vanity takes over, the vanity

of technical theater and cinema.

These internal choruses

I seem to have done well, right?

But the public did not take them.

I will repeat them.

Do it again.

Man:
Death to the mother-killer!

All (together):
To death!

For what I pay them, they do miracles.

I'll make them do it a dozen times.

- Caesar.

- What is it?

- (in dialect of Rome) They want to kill you.

- But why?

- To make you pay for starting the fire!

- But why? Who told you that?

- They told me so.

- They will make me pay? - Yes.

But no! I am insured against fire!

Talk to the people!

Wait, I'll talk to the people.

How exciting, addressing the crowd!

No! Those guys want money!

Ah! Wait!

What an idea! The people are mine!

I hold them in my hand!

- 3!

All:
6!

- 7!

8!

- 4!

9!

You see? It is the people!

Make them play, and they bite the bait!

- Look:
5!

7!

- 8!

7!

Another pint to be refilled!

Nero and players: 6! 6! 6!

Stupid!

Uuuh...

Ignoble mob,

is this the reward for

the sacrifices made for you?

Go home, prove yourselves men,

and tomorrow Rome will be reborn more

beautiful and magnificent than before!

Men:
Bravo!

- Thanks!

You like this word, 'before'?

The people love it when

they hear difficult words.

I will repeat it to them:

More beautiful and magnificent than before.

Men:
Bravo!

- Thanks!

- More beautiful and magnificent than before!

Men:
Bravo! - Thanks!

- More beautiful and magnificent than...

Men:
Bravo!

- More beautiful...

Bravo! - Thanks!

- Beautiful, thank you!

Bravo!

- Thanks!

Bravo!

- 'you!

Thank'!

- Bravo!

Thanks!

Bravo!

You see?

The people, when they often

say that you are good,

will say so even if

you do nothing. Look.

Man:
Brrr!

- To you and your grandfather.

Tomorrow, tomorrow...

How many tomorrows are

there in one month?

Tomorrow there will be

large distributions,

of wine, oil, of

flypaper, and sesterces.

Bread and circles.

Man:
bread and circuses!

Look who's speaking gibberish!

But I am made of stronger stuff!

I will give you everything, as

long as you don't ask for anything!

Now go, beloved rabble!

All (together):
To death!

Woman:
To death!

- No!

Public:
Encore! Bis!

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