Monday, 21 December 2015

2.26: stringing along a greedy legacy-hunter

Naevia struggles to breathe. She has a hacking cough that sprays phlegm in your lap. And you think you're onto a sure thing? You've missed the point, Bithynicus: Naevia isn't dying, she's leading you on.
The greedy legacy-hunter, solicitously paying court to the elderly and sick (and childless) in the hopes of a generous bequest, is a fixture of Roman satire; Naevia knows exactly what Bithynicus is up to, and is milking the situation for all the attention and goodies she can squeeze out of him. The player, played.

Tuesday, 15 December 2015

2.60: coitus intersectus

Youre fucking the wife of a tribune, Hyllus my boy a man who wears a sword to work. You think the worst that can happen is hell make you his bitch. I wouldnt want to be you. There youll be, balls-deep, and hell lop it off. But thats against the law!Come again? What youre up to, Hyllus is that within the law?

Tuesday, 8 December 2015

2.25: Galla's a tease

You never put out, Galla; but when I ask, you always say you will. If youre going to keep lying, Galla, Ill start asking you to say no.

Thursday, 3 December 2015