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HAIL! CAESAR EMPEROR

Caligula killed, the Pretorian Guard raise the consul, Claudius,

to the imperial dignity and Rome cheers THE NEW CAESAR

Caligula is dead! No one can hold back Rome on its path to glory!

Hail, Caesar!

The Senate and the people of Rome wish you the favor of the gods.

I wish to Caesar the favor of the gods!

Rome has chosen! - The Praetorians are for Claudius!

He who doesn't want Claudius is an enemy of Rome!

May new glory add to his glory!

Hail!

The Praetorians acclaim the triumph of the emperor of Rome!

And Marcus, captain of the Praetorians,

who for the love of Messalina, the lovely and lustful wife of Claudius,

was the heart of the conspiracy, brings to the beloved woman the great news.

I greet you, divine Empress!

Marcus, you? Leave us.

Marcus!

My darling! I love you!

You will share with me the glory of the Empire.

Gaius! - Silence!

Marcus!

The triumph of Caesar was the triumph of Messalina's beauty.

Some time later at the villa of Senator Apollonius

Slaves, come to me!

Let's see, Ennius.

Have anything nice today, Zacar? - This amphora.

And a carpet of Syria woven by skillful hands.

It's not much, is it? - Take it away! This slave..

And I have some more! Look. - Show me the other one.

Your turn. Show yourself.

She's graceful. - Yes. A fine form.

Her name is Egle.

I'll take her.

Hey, take care of her. - Come, Egle, with me. This way.

A new purchase!

You like her? - Oh, there are so many beauties!

The princess Mirit, priestess of Isis,

keeps alive in Rome the cruel and mysterious rites of Egypt.

At the Palantine,

Gaius Silius, jealous of Marcus, tries to obtain the favor of Venus.

Hail, divine empress!

I greet you, Gaius Silius.

Your beauty is the celebration of Rome, goddess. - Is it?

May I accompany you?

Come and see.

Leave.

Sit.

Look, Fulvius. Have you seen?

I want your love. Not your power.

His heart burns. - I'll kill him! - No, wait!

Tell me just one word. - Your dagger.

Here you go.

Now he'll find out who I am! - Go, but beware!

Hail, Empress! - What do you want? - But.. - Get out!

But.. you understand!

Remember who I am! And dare no further!

For you.

Goddess.. - Go!

At Apollonius's villa, Ennius and Egle

console with a tender love their sad lives of slavery.

I'll soon race with Apollonius' chariot. If I win, I hope he'll free me.

Then, I'll ask for you, Egle. This life isn't for you, love.

I want you to be happy, that you smile.

You are very, very dear. And I love you so much.

Tell me, tell me that you love me too.

Oh, Ennius! - Love!

Kiss me! - I love you!

Well done!

Hail!

But happiness is not for slaves.

Let's go, Ennius. Follow me.

I've a banquet tonight.

Prepare everything: Wine, women, flowers, perfume!

Oh, for the banquet!

Go, get her ready, eh? Be obedient.

I want her to be more beautiful than Venus herself!

Understand?

Wait for me. We'll talk later.

What's wrong?

I'm ruined! Appolonius's banquet! - Aren't you happy?

What can I do? Tonight, Appolonius wants Egle at the banquet.

I'm in despair!

Wait.

Don't fear, you'll see! I'll save her. - You? - Yes.

Why do you sigh, rather than being happy?

Don't be a fool. It's true, good luck comes to those who don't want it!

Come forward!

Go!

And don't fear!

We want to be cheerful! You'll see that the slave will make us so.

Just wait. Soon you'll see.

Give us to drink! Go on!

Bring out the lovely Egle!

I'm afraid!

Come forward! Come here!

Come! Come!

No, no.

Venus is envious of you. I've good taste, eh?

This is nectar! - No, no! - Drink!

You're mine, you're mine!

Let's go! - No, no!

Come on! Get in!

Goodbye!

Virgin Goddess, save me!

Mercy!

Egle! - No!

No! - Come here! You're so lovely!

You're mine now...

Come into my arms!

How I want you! Come here! - No, leave me!

Beware, you're mine! My slave!

I like your face. - No, I beg you! - I want you! - No!

Egle!

You're so lovely!

Come, Tigrane!

This way!

Come on, hurry!

Be careful! - Don't worry, Ennio, I'll send you news.

Ah, finally!

Fortune favors the fugitives

who meet the retinue of Mirit, the Egyptian Princess,

returning to her villa in the vicinity of Rome on the Ostia Way.

Save me! - What happened to you, dear?

I had to snatch her from the fury

of a vile merchant. Protect her! - Yes, you'll come to my home, dear.

You'll have aid and protection Let's go.

That same day, from Mirit's villa, Tigrane sends Ennius good news.

I didn't dare confide to the writing the secret of our refuge.

Follow the messenger who will lead you to us. Be calm and hope.

My love! - Love! - Let's flee! Let's flee from here!

This way. - Guide us.

Messalina used to dress as a commoner and,

accompanied by a loyal handmaid,

spends the night in the Suburra like a tempting maenad.

Out!

And there?

There's the circus where I'll race and win my liberty for you, oh!

You'll see how happy we'll be. I love you so much, Egle!

Sit here, this place is quiet.

Who are you, Ennius?

I'm your love.

Your slave. The one who'll return one day for you. - Oh, dear!

If you're vanquished? - No, never. I'll win!

Help! Help!

Rescue me! Help!

Quick, come!

Who are you?

Hail, o divine!

You? - Thank you.

What's your name? - Ennius.

Who are you? - A charioteer. - Who's your master?

Appolonius. - I will not forget you.

Come, Ennius.

Claudius. Messalina.. - Eh?

.. and Marcus,

are plotting against you! - By Jove!

Marcus aims to power with his Praetorians.

Goddess, where have you been tonight?

Speak. Answer, then.

Beware! - Leave me alone!

The Praetorians brought you to power,

but if I want I can with one sign destroy it all!

I don't fear you! Get out! - You defy me? - Go!

Fine. You'll regret this.

For the first time in her life,

love spoke a word of tenderness to the heart of Messalina.

That candid boyish face smiled upon her and, to see him again,

she invites herself and Claudius to admire Apollonius's new chariot.

Hail! Hail! - Hail!

Go, Ennius!

This, Caesar, is my new chariot.

What fine horses!

All four Egyptian? - Yes, Augustus.

Bravo!

You see, Caesar? How skilled and confident! - Certainly.

Very skilled! - You have the face of a superb boy.

Worthy to drive, like Apollo,

the horses of the sun.

To carry Venus to its borders. - I'm your slave.

Am I disturbing you? - Who are you?

Augusta? - I asked who are you.

Mirit, Priestess of Isis.

He'll win.

Tullius, take that slave! - No one will touch him, Claudius!

I give him my protection.

Drink it.

Go ahead!

Give it to me.

For you, Isis, I'll sacrifice her.

The favor of the flighty Messalina lost, Marcus's fate is sealed.

Come on!

Oh, he's dead!

Come on, let's help him.

And also this patrician died in the Roman manner.

Goddess, Gaius Silius. - Let him enter!

Well then, Silius? - Goddess! - News? - It is done.

Really? Tell me! - The killers attacked him. No one saw.

No one knows the reason. - Oh, Silius, my Silius! - Don't worry.

My love will make you happy.

Tell me, why do you avoid my kiss?

I know your secret. You love that charioteer.

Beware! I'll kill him too!

Silius, you know I only love you.

A caravan, rich with precious Persian goods, arrives at Rome,

but under merchant's vestments hide the followers of Ennius,

who are lead by his old mother to attempt his liberation.

No, no, believe me. If I could, I'd satisfy you. It's costing me more!

No, no, I won't let you down.

Check out the merchandise! Observe!

Look well! - Which one, this?

This carpet woven by virgins' hands, has all their youth, softness!

No, no, I'm taking only the carpet. It's too dear. - By Jove, I'm losing out!

The consul Narcissus, loyal friend of Claudius,

tries once again to persuade Messalina to not stray

from the morals which Rome has sanctified in its laws.

Augusta,

in the name of Rome, I ask you not to obscure Flavius's glory.

Harken to me.

He will make Rome greater!

Hold him close, share his glory.

You're still in time. Don't you want to?

Beware then, you'll have me with all of Rome your enemy!

I don't fear you! - I swear, you'll see! - Go away!

Mirit, to keep Ennius with her, resorts to strategems.

She asks Apollonius for a sample of his rarest flowers.

And the comedy worked.

Hail!

Apollonius sends them.

Together.. with this.

You're too modest, o most beautiful, to ask me for simple flowers

when you well know that, with only a glance, you could have

at your feet, all my riches and your worshipper, Apollonius.

That's fine. Go now. Come along.

Wait for me.

What is it?

Sit. Sit!

I'll buy you from Apollonius and set you free.

He won't give me up.

Follow me. - But Ennius.. - You can't stay here, come.

Let go!

You miserable slave! You dare!

Ah, you'll regret this!

Ennius! My love.. - Quiet! Quiet!

How I suffer! - No, don't fear.

I only love you. And Apollonius will never give me to that woman.

Be calm, Egle. Smile. I'm with you, and I love you.

You mustn't doubt my love, dear. - My soul!

And now, come with me to the exit. - Yes, go, my Ennius.

My friends have come.

They're preparing my flight.

My love. - You'll come with me.

Tigranes will let you know. - Yes.

Farewell! - Farewell!

Mistress!

Mistress!

Go. Leave me.

Forgive me, if I dare. - What is it?

Speak.

Ennius.. - What do you want?

I say speak! - He's Egle's lover.

No, no! It's not true!

You're lying! - No, I swear! I saw them. - You're sure? - Yes.

While they were kissing.

Fine. Go!

Here he is, handsome Adonis! - You take it out on me, eh?

For you, mistress. - It's no good!

You'll be punished. Just wait.

Argo! - No, please! I didn't do anything!

Forgive me, mistress, forgive me!

Argo! The mistress! - Yes.

No, have mercy on me! Mercy!

The cat o'nine tails! - No, have mercy, mistress! No! Help!

Mistress, mercy! No!

Help! Have mercy! Let go of me!

Mercy! Mercy!

Mercy! No! - Wait. - No! Help!

No! Mercy! Let go of me!

Let go of me!

Run, Tigranes!

Get out! Out!

Let go of her! - Let go, I say!

Get out of here!

Damn you!

Once again, Tigranes saves Egle

and he hides her in a fisherman's hut at the nearby Lake Albano.

After a few days of rest and cure,

Egle begins to smile on life again.

How peaceful it is! - Look!

Look at the infinite beauty, And there's Rome.

Mirit, infuriated by the disappearance of Egle and Tigranes,

continues her vendetta against Ennius.

Yes, master.

The mash to be given to the horses of Ennius. All of it! - All of it.

This is for you. Be cautious, eh? - Have no fears, it's already done.

You see?

It's here that Ennius will race today. Come.

I bet 20 on Ennius. Winner.

Come on! Place your bets! - Bet on Ennius, you'll win!

How much? - Five. - Here you go.

It's four hundred.

Five more. - Yes. - Five?

My darlings!

Today, you must win, eh?

Good luck. - I'll win, today! - Jove be with you.

To count the laps of the chariot in the arena,

an egg was taken off, and a dolphin was lowered from the spine.

What have I done!

The gold of a lady has incited me to betrayal.

The one you love and protect will meet his death on the racecourse.

Forgive me. Act and save him.

Hail! - Listen! Ennius was betrayed! He'll fall in the race!

You must save him! Hurry! Come!

Come!

What are you doing, villain? Take him!

Lift him.

Go!

Wretch! What are you doing? Get out!

Go away! Go away, if you value your life! Get out!

Leave!

Look, Ennius, it's lovely.

Oh, what a marvel!

It seems a dream. - Sit, Ennius.

If I came back to life,

I owe it all to you, Augusta. - Yes, and you'll be mine.

Mirit, in order to snatch Ennius from the hands of Messalina,

tries to buy at any price the slave from Apollonius.

Look what I offer you.

Jewels.

I don't need them. - Then look.

Ah, lovely! - You like that Egyptian dancer?

She's beautiful.

Isn't she? - But, Messalina will.. - But, really!

Leave!

What do you want?

Come on!

Speak!

I want you.

Swear by your gods, and I'll accept. - I swear!

So be it. - Ah, Gods of Olympus!

Write it! - Yes.

I cede to princess Mirit, all my rights

on my Persian slave, Ennius. Apollonius.

Ennius is yours.

Ah, finally, she'll be mine!

Here I am. I'm yours!

Strong in her right, Mirit wastes no time

to go to Messalina to bring away Ennius.

Hail! Divine Augusta!

Hail! What do you want?

I bring a message from Apollonius.

For you. Read it.

No. You won't take him. He's my slave. Here.

You dare break the laws of Rome?

I make the laws! Mirit!

That slave will not leave my palace!

I shall appeal to Claudius, to my emperor!

You want to appeal? Wait.

Come, Brutus.

I entrust that woman to your dagger!

It's more reliable...

than your poison.

You won't dare! You won't do it.

I won't dare? You'll see now. Stab her!

Down! On your knees!

Stab her! - Stop!

Since when you dare defy the laws of Rome?

That charioteer was given to her by Apollonius.

But I.. - He's hers!

Rise, Mirit. I'll send the slave to your home.

Go. - Hail, Divine Augustus!

Hail.

Oh, come!

Here's the fruit. Now I'll go fetch you the milk.

Be quiet!

Little friend!

Here you go!

There she is! Over there, you see?

Tigranes!

Help! Help!

Tigranes! Tigranes! Help!

Egle!

For you, "New Hercules".

Now let's see if your strength is capable of snatching

the maiden from the hands of the Priestess of Isis!

Villains!

I'll kill you! All of you!

Let me get on with you. I must fly to Rome, I swear!

Enter, Ennius.

Everything here is yours, if you wish.

I've waited for this day for so long. Come!

Do not fear. Come.

You're mine.

Look at me.

You like?

Come! Argo!

Ah, so you're here! Fine. Come!

No! - You like her, clown?

Kiss me, and I myself will be your slave!

No.. No! Let me go!

Never!

Come on!

Here she is, finally.

No! Have mercy of me, mistress! Mercy! - Silence! Silence!

A punishment for you worse than death! Argo!

The clown!

Now, you'll see! - Mercy!

Here I am! Here I am! - Get in there!

Come!

She's yours! Do what you like with her!

No! - Take her away! - Come on, dear!

Ennius! Ennius! - Don't touch her! - Let him watch!

No! Ennius! - Egle! Egle!

Oh, my soul! Egle! - Let him see her suffer!

Let go of me! Let go of me!

Come on, dear. Come on, dear.

Let go of me! Let go of me! Ennius!

No! Help!

No! No! Let go!

Help! Ennius! - I'm here, Egle!

I'm handsome. You like me?

You mangy cur! There: fly!

Follow me, Egle! - Get off me!

Help! - Here I am!

Follow me! This way!

Where is she?

They're here! - Over there!

Flee, they're here!

Listen!

Help! No! No, Ennius!

Let's go!

What if she.. - Calm down, we'll return to save her!

Ennius! Tigranes!

Help! Help!

You've humiliated me in front of all!

But you don't know what my vengeance is capable of!

Get ready for the sacrifice.

Almost mad for her lost hope of love, wounded in her pride,

Messalina attempts to reconquer the heart of Caius Silius

to make him an instrument for her revenge.

I love you, goddess! - Darling! - I love you so much! - Dear!

I'm thinking: you're lovely, and the Imperial crown will suit you well.

I'll get rid of Claudius and will marry you, and you'll have Rome!

Really? - Yes! Yes, love. - And you're not afraid? - Of nothing!

Entrust yourself to the gods, get ready for the sacrifice.

The ropes. - It's time to act. Are you ready? - Ready!

Let's go! - Take the ropes. - For you.

You, mother, wait for me here.

What do you want?

Come on, speak!

The Empress said, "I'll get rid of Claudius, and I'll marry you."

Go away! - Leave!

Claudius, trust me. I'll defend you.

You! Get up!

Well, Tigranes? - Follow me.

Let's go!

Silence! This way!

Who is it?

Where is Egle? - I don't know!

In the temple..

There's no one here! He lied! No one.

We're attacked!

Where's the slave girl?

It's no good!

What now? - The ropes! Hurry, let's get them! - Move it!

Here.

Let's go! Come on!

They invaded the villa to free the slave. They're many!

Come!

Go down to the temple.

Go! Kill her!

Follow me! - Yes! Yes!

Come!

Help me.

Kill her!

Isis..

Stop!

Stop!

They got into the temple, it's not possible to fight, they're raving mad!

Hurry! Let the lions out! Go! Go!

I found you!

You shall placate your divinity with your life! Come!

Slaves! Help me!

Ennius! Come on!

You are saved! - Oh, darling!

All is ready!

Our escape.. - Here she is! I'll take care of her! - Mercy!

What mercy! You'll die in flames!

Your house is on fire! - Let go of me!

Expiate your crimes!

Save me! I beg you!

Save me! Mercy! Save me!

Save me! Save me! No!

Don't leave me here! Don't leave me here!

Here. Take this.

Rome was sleeping peacefully throughout the lunar night,

unaware of the tragedy that men were preparing.

Tomorrow, all the people of Rome will hear my voice

shout against Messalina from these rostra.

Messalina, after having asked for a divorce from Claudius,

who is among his legions at the Castrum Pretorium,

wanting to provoke him with her audacity,

appears at a feast with Caius Silius at her side.

You approve then? - Yes, Augustus. - Listen.

I will feign to consent to the divorce which she asked for.

We understand each other, eh?

Publius, you'll send her dowry with this message.

Love, our happiness is near.

I asked for a divorce. He'll consent, you'll see.

Drink to your empire, Silius!

You alone, you alone, are now my whole life!

There they are.

Hail! - Hail.

What is it? - August, Claudius returns your dowry and this message. - Fine.

For you.

You reproached me for having imposed you to obey the law.

I'm the one now who kneels to the law.

I consent to the divorce and will restore your dowry. Claudius.

You see? I was sure of it!

So? - The Roman people awaits you. - Finally!

They'll listen to me. You'll see. Let's go.

People of Rome, come to me!

Goddess, prepare yourself to the nuptials. - Yes, my dear.

Are you happy, goddess? - So much.

Come, Caius. - Go, Caius. - Yes, don't delay, divine Augusta.

Romans, hear me!

For how long you'll bear that a woman abuses your patience?

For how long you'll let her dominate you with her audacity?

Or you want Caius Silius to be in cahoots with a lewd woman?

Where's Messalina?

Speak up!

I don't know.

Follow me.

Stand back!

Move out!

Caius Silius is a man of honor!

Romans, with my sword, I fought for all of you!

I beat your enemy! For the good of the people of Rome!

As a son of Rome, I ask you to listen. Don't forget what I've done!

He has lost his honor, and instead of a helmet,

he adorns himself with roses!

Get out, hypocrite!

No! From these rostra must resound only the voice of Rome!

A voice of glory and justice!

The Senate [?]

As a worthy son of Rome, I.. [?]

What's that? Someone? Go look!

That way! Hurry!

The Pretorians are coming! - Save yourself!

Save yourself, Goddess!

Save yourself! - My mantle!

Where's Messalina? - I don't know! - Speak! - That way! - Let's go!

Wait!

There's nobody here. Come!

Hurry!

This way.

This way, goddess!

Ah, by the gods!

There she is!

Silence!

Against death, there's no enemy ire.

Give me.

Ave! - Ave!

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