The Tragedy of the Death of King Ardashir

By Reza Taheribashar

The Tragedy of the Death of King Ardashir,  is a historical and bloody play by Reza Taheri Bashar.

 this tragedy tells story of rape of King Ardashir, the conqueror of Egypt, to his sister, Roxana.

this story shows painful consequences of that rape.

this tragedy tells story of vindictiveness and the revenge of mother and  brother from king and successive targeted killings and madness.

 this play shows final downfall of king ardashir.

 

Story:

Ardashir, the king of Iran, conqueror of Egypt, drunkenly rapes his sister Roxana, then she kills herself. 

Ardashir's youngest brother and his mother make a pact to take horror revenge from the king. 

But before their action, Ardashir, fearing possible intrigues his enemies, kills Bardia, his other brother, who has ruled in the east of Iran.

Then successive grudges and murders and endless conspiracies emerge. 

Prizatish, the queen mother, swears to take the harsh revenge of these two family crimes from her victorious eldest son And she really takes her hard revenge.

This play is the story of the conspiracies, story of complicity of the wounded queen mother and others is to the detriment of the king, who work each other until little by little all the members of the royal family are killed by each other.

 

Who do we recommend to read this book?

Those for whom original stories and good ideas and dialogues are important.

Those who feel the value and importance of choice and authority with their flesh, skin and bones.

Those who are interested in investigating the course of historical events and the deadly violence contained in it.

Those who are tired of the old tragedies and want a powerful and different story.

This story is a rare and truly different tragedy.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Reza Taheribashar
• Release date: Sep 22, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223203032

Reza Taheribashar

Reza Taheri Bashar (born in Tehran -1979) playwright, poet and critic of literature and philosophy   Books: Play and screenplay: The Tragedy of The Death of King Antiochus Play and screenplay: The Tragedy of The Death of Bardia Play and Screenplay: The Tragedy of The Death of King Ardashir Play and screenplay: The Tragedy of The Death of Asa Play and Screenplay: The Tragedy of The Death of King Farvard Play and Screenplay: The Tragedy of the Death of Irene Play and screenplay: The Tragedy of the Death of Sogdianus And :                             The first eighty love letters   Contact me: [e-mail]  

Book preview

The Tragedy

of

the Death

of

the King Ardashir

By:

Reza Taheri Bashar

CHARACTERS

Ardashir: the King of Iran

Cyrus: the youngest brother of Ardashir

Prizatish: mother of Ardashir, Bardia, Cyrus, and Roxana

Megabaz: General of Army

Andia: a pretty girl from an old family of nobles of Parthians

Roxana: Ardashir's sister

Generals, soldiers, guards, and couriers...

Act I

The First Scene

A palace in Egypt

A little silence, then the sound of fighting and running away; a young and beautiful girl comes up, confused and scared; she runs from one side to the other and goes out of the corner; from behind is the sound of things falling is heard,Ardashir is shouting, The drunken laughter of Roxana, do not run is heard; a little silence, and then the girl falls from the top, and blood covers the whole stage.

The Second Scene

[Mourning song is played, black-clad mourners are present]

Priest:

alas, from endless crimes / from the eternalevil temptations / because as if Satan is about to rise / and God is about to fall / for all this filth and crime

[the black-clad Cyrus comes, pours frankincense into the fire, and rushes away]

The Third Scene

[In a room in the palace, Prizatish is sitting on a chair behind a table and holding her head in her hands; Cyrus comes, and after a while, Prizatish lifts her head]

Prizatish:

Close the windows

Cyrus:

Are you drunk?

Prizatish:

no

[trembles, Cyrus closes the window]

Cyrus:

there are reports that Athens is preparing to recapture Malatya, and the Massagetae are also increasing their forces to attack the east…

Prizatish:

I want to be alone

Cyrus:

[disregarding]

…and Ardashir and the army of the West, and we are still in Egypt and far away

Prizatish:

Lovely round

[looks at him]

Go out

Cyrus:

Where?

[Goes to the window]

I'm not afraid from him

[to Prizatish]

Not anymore

Prizatish:

Farther and farther

Cyrus:

[holds up a mirror in front of her face]

Look at yourself

[Cyrus furious]

Look

Prizatish:

Get out of here

Cyrus:

There is no place to go; We have been hostages of Ardeshir for years

Prizatish:

[whispers]

Ardashir, my dear son...

Cyrus:

No one will ever forget anything

Prizatish:

Isn't it a disaster? Her glorious brother raped her...

Cyrus:

I am not guilty; neither I nor Bardia

Prizatish:

[as if she is trying to break the words in the air]

Uneven words without weight / Like a leaf in the wind

[Laughs]

Innocent ... innocent

[sits down]

We are all sinners

Cyrus:

You are drunk

Prizatish:

No...no

Cyrus:

Ardashir raped to our sister/ the King who tore the borders/ perhaps in the way of the ancient natives of Iran or the tradition of the pharaohs of this land/ madly and away from us, he attacked the sky, against all gods / in the fall of his soul

[Calm]

Not me, not Bardia

[Prizatish moves the crown on her head]

Prizatish:

who killed herself

Cyrus:

who killed herself

[Exits]

The Fourth Scene

[In an empty and dark room, Ardashir comes, goes from side to side, whispers, and suddenly stops in the middle]

Ardashir:

There is no one.

It's only me, and Nobody anymore

[exits]

The Fifth Scene

[Cyrus slips drunk and continuously drinks from the bottle of Wine]

Cyrus:

You are exclusively mine. You are my fiance. Me and only me. But you keep humiliating me in front of everyone.

Andia:

Because you don't have the courage and courage to do great things.

Cyrus:

You won't let me touch you. You won't let me get close to you. And I'm dying of the hangover of your inaccessibility.

Andia:

Weak man, a coward, Andia does not marry cowards

Cyrus:

You are my love, my share. Not King. Has Ardashir's power blinded you? Do you want to be a queen? But remember that I raised you from a