Mio figlio Nerone Page #3

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A present? What kind of

present? Let me see!

Not while you are dressed like this.

Change into something suitable my dear.

- Where is the bag? - The bag?

- Yes. - Here it is, mother.

Vipers! By Jove!

- I knew I would find you here!

- I couldn't help hearing it all.

- Nero, why did you put snakes in the bed?

- For the good of the people.

She wanted me to raise the taxes!

It's shocking. And this makes a son

place vipers in the bed of his mother?

- Well, yes. - What if it had bitten?

- What? - Who would have been guilty?

- The snake.

- No, my beloved disciple.

Remembered that I am your teacher.

I would have been to blame.

I do not want to be remembered as the one,

...who taught to sons to put

vipers in the beds of mothers.

Remember, the mother will

always be the mother.

- But Seneca, wasn't it YOU who

suggested the snakes? - No!

This is what I said:

"If some day a slave puts a

viper in the bed of Agrippina..."

"...nobody would suspect you".

- That's what I did, I sent a slave.

- Deaf-mute?

- Why deaf-mute? - A deaf-mute does

not speak, even speak under torture.

Brilliant! I could hit myself.

Why did I not think of this before?

- What are you doing? - We are laying

water pipes. - Did Nero order it?

- Yes, it is for the aquatic theatre.

- What have I done to deserve this?

- We can all live in harmony.

- Under the same roof? - Yes.

For me and your mother, it's impossible.

We have very different political ideas.

- Who cares about politics!

- Nero! - What "Nero"!

I have better things to do

than politics:
I must sing.

A noble vocation you cannot refuse.

But do not say that me and your

mother, two complete opposites...

...when it comes to politics,

religion, ethics, aesthetics...

...can ever reach an agreement?

But you've tried to teach me

that good can come from evil.

- From death... - is born life.

- And from hate... - Love is born.

If you and my mother hate each other,

we should make love spring from hate.

- What would you say to a wedding?

- A wedding?

A wedding between you and Poppea.

Seneca, you fool! I have found a way

to bring you and my mother together.

Seneca, I order you to marry

my mother immediately.

Come on!

Stay with me!

(whistles)

- Where? What happened?

- Seneca, you will marry my mother.

Oh, how can you be so cruel?

- You've taught me, that in life

we must suffer. - I'd rather die.

- You prefer death to my mother!

- Yes.

- You dare to refuse me? - Yes.

- I order you to leave this house.

- Thank you, Nero. - I knew it.

For a long time I wanted to go

to Gaeta, in my country house.

To eat only bread and olives, and

meditate about the futility of life.

- I understand. - You go to your mother.

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