Slave To Nero Monologue

From Nero by Stephen Phillips

male · contemplative · 50 sec

Why, I myself have visited the fleet With Anicetus: sullen droop the sails Or flap in mutiny against the mast. Burdened with barnacles the untarred keels Drowse on the tide with parching decks unswabbed, And anchors rusting on inglorious ooze. All indolent the vast armada tilts, A leafless resurrection of dead trees. The sailors in a dream do go about Or at the fo'c's'le ominously meet. Should any foe upon the sea-line loom They'll light with ease upon an idle prey. And yet I felt the grandeur of stagnation And the magnificence of idleness. (BURRUS: She hath seduced the breast-plates and the sails.) (Distracted.) Here I pronounce her exile.

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