Quo Vadis Page #3
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for Persia and the East.
Finally, in Corinth,
I learned he was on his way here...
...and that he would come to us
any day now.
Peter? In Rome? Magnificent.
All of us.
To be able to speak with a man
who talked with Christ, our lord.
I saw results of seeds Peter has planted.
Green shoots are sprouting.
There will be a good harvest.
Everywhere, strangers approached
and drew the sign of the fish before me.
And we spoke of the great work ahead.
The work is difficult
and dangerous now, Paul.
Ever since you were tried here,
even though you were acquitted...
...Christians
are under constant suspicion.
in the presence of your two guests.
Believe me,
I would have exercised caution.
Though at times, I admit the desire
to cry the message aloud.
But I suppose tactics must be applied
even in the spreading of love and faith.
Be patient, Paul. Your time will come.
Those two vital young men, for instance.
They are Rome.
If we could teach them,
we could teach the world.
Marcus Vinicius?
You are asking for miracles.
I am.
I am, indeed.
There is still nothing I see
that is not perfection.
However, if you're thinking of me,
as you undoubtedly were...
...do I look that much like a fish?
Oh.
It wasn't anything to do with you.
You're too lovely
to be a lonely artist, Lygia.
But then, I did ask you to wait up for me.
- It was merely that I couldn't sleep.
- Nor can I.
I'll tell you what, Lygia.
The night's still young.
This place is unworthy of our first
meeting. Let's go to Petronius' house.
There will be gaiety there
you've never dreamed of.
Dancers, musicians, singers.
The best in Rome.
My uncle's house was built
by the goddess of love herself.
No. No, it's too late, I...
I mean, it's impossible.
Well, we could plan it
more discreetly, perhaps.
What about tomorrow?
You'll come see my triumph, won't you?
Tomorrow, there will be
a feast to tempt all the gods.
No. No, I don't wish
to watch your triumph.
I must go in now.
Good night, commander.
Tell me.
- What is it?
- What?
What is it you see that you don't like?
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attracted
by what I see, Marcus Vinicius.
- Well, then...
- It's what I hear I don't like.
You see, a man's fame
always brings him fresh enemies.
- Who's been telling you stories about me?
- You have, from your own lips.
Ugly stories
of conquests and bloodshed.
Conquest? But what's conquest?
Only method of uniting
and civilizing the world under one power.
- Have to spill a little blood to do it.
- No.
There's a gentler
and more powerful way of doing that.
Without bloodshed and war.
Without slaves and captives bound
in chains to your triumphal chariots.
There will always be slaves.
Who will do the work?
Paul speaks of a world
where there would be no slaves.
That beggar-faced philosopher...
...shouldn't be stuffing your
luscious little head with such nonsense.
How could I expect you to understand?
I wish you were a slave,
as I first thought.
King's ransom for a king's daughter.
And taken me to your estates in Sicily
with all the others?
On a special ship.
What a way for a conqueror
to win a woman.
To buy her like an unresisting beast.
What false security you must have
in your heart and soul.
In your manhood, Marcus Vinicius.
What hidden scorn
you must have for yourself.
You're forgetting
you're a hostage of Rome, aren't you?
Here, you, hostage, come back here.
- No, commander.
- Out of my way.
I guard her, commander.
By whose orders? Who are you?
I am Ursus.
I guarded the king, her father.
I guard her now.
Guard her well, my gray-haired colossus.
Guard her well.
Romance seems to have been
short-lived.
There's always a weapon
to bring down a flighty dove, my friend.
And please, dear lord,
forgive me my anger and my spite.
I do not know what came over me.
It was temptation, perhaps.
A selfish desire
that this man might see your light.
For my sake rather than for his.
And yet I pray that one day,
he shall feel the joy of your love.
I pray with all my heart.
Captain, what's the delay here?
The emperor has not yet appeared
on the balcony.
You will hear the trumpets, commander.
Gods of Rome.
Mighty.
Eternal.
Beneath whose auspices,
Rome rules the world.
Hear us.
We worship you.
We worship you.
Venus...
...goddess of love.
We worship.
Mars, god of war.
We worship.
Juno, goddess of heaven.
We worship.
Jupiter, father of the gods.
bWe worship.
And Nero, his divine son.
They are impatient, Divinity.
They hunger to see you.
They're impatient?
What about my patience?
Oho. A triumph to divert them?
Who diverts me?
I slave, I agonize for them.
I have no privacy.
You are the sun in their heavens.
Does the sun have privacy?
The sun has the night.
They expect me to shine daily, hourly.
And for whom? For the people.
For that foul-smelling rabble.
It's so hot today.
This heat of Rome oppresses me.
It stifles me.
They demand too much.
I tell you, this mob, this mob tortures me.
I hate it second only to Rome itself.
The foul breath of that mob
floats in my house.
In my garden.
I wish...
Oh, I wish...
Your wish, Caesar.
Tell me, that I may execute it.
I wish it had but a single throat,
that mob, that I might cut it.
It could be done
if your wish were a command.
A typical butcher's solution.
Tigellinus would deprive you
of the one thing an artist must have:
- His audience.
- But they irk me, those people.
They irk me.
Do I live for them or do they live for me?
Unfortunately, Caesar, as a ruler,
you must have subjects to rule.
Sheer population is a necessary evil.
It is easy for Petronius to talk,
but the burden is on you.
On the only shoulders in the world
strong enough to bear it.
That's true, isn't it, Petronius?
It's lonely to be an emperor.
It is lonelier still to be a genius.
You're the only one who understands
the complications of my tortured nature.
Is that not a theme for a poem,
Petronius?
It is a theme for an epic, Divinity.
But to write it, you must suffer it.
Yes.
Where is Poppaea?
Where is my empress?
Here, lord. Always at your side.
Come. Petronius, you were right.
I must feel it, know it, live it.
Come, Petronius, attend me closely.
Attend me closely in my ordeal.
Hail Nero, son of Jupiter.
Iook at him, my darling, the emperor.
- Wife killer. Mother killer.
- Quiet, woman, you'll have us all...
Everybody knows it. He's a beast.
Quiet.
No man is a beast.
Iook at him
and know that he is but sick.
Sick in heart and spirit, in his soul.
You were right, Petronius.
How they love me.
How, indeed.
Remember, thou art only a man.
Remember, thou art only a man.
Marcus Vinicius.
Isn't he the one
who came to see Nero yesterday?
An arrogant man. He bears watching.
From what I hear, he might bear
watching at much closer range.
Poppaea, what are you muttering about?
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