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Marcus Vinicius,
your sister's son
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- arriving from Asia Minor.
- Let him in.
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Greetings, Petronius.
May gods
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send you blessings,
especially Asklepios and Kypris.
:03:39
Welcome in Rome.
Kypris has already blessed me
:03:43
with a twitching in the leg.
What is new in Armenia?
:03:47
The war could bring us defeat,
if it weren't for Corbulo.
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Corbulo, a true god of war.
A righteous fool.
:03:57
I like him.
He makes Nero tremble.
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He is not a fool.
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Perhaps. Wisdom is no better
or different from foolishness.
:04:08
This is what is best in life.
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But you also love war
which I despise.
:04:14
Bronzebeard loves
his own singing and his own verses.
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You don't write poetry?
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- I don't.
- Strum the lute? Sing?
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- I don't.
- I'm at ease, then.
:04:29
It is commendable to write verses,
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but it's much better
not to write, play or sing,
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one should just admire
Bronzebeard at doing it.
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Welcome.
:04:44
Greetings.
:04:46
You risk one thing, though:
Poppaea might fall for you.
:04:57
- I come to seek advice.
- Hit by Cupid's arrow?