Early Plays — Catiline, the Warrior's Barrow, Olaf Liljekrans by Henrik Ibsen
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[They go.] * * * * * [In the Temple of Vesta in Rome. On an altar in the background burns a lamp with the sacred fire.] [CATILINE, followed by CURIUS, comes stealing in between the pillars.] CURIUS. What, Catiline,--you mean to bring me here? In Vesta's temple! CATILINE. [Laughing.] Well, yes; so you see! CURIUS. Ye gods,--what folly! On this very day Has Cicero denounced you in the council; And yet you dare-- CATILINE. Oh, let that be forgotten! CURIUS. You are in danger, and forget it thus-- By rushing blindly into some new peril. CATILINE. [Gaily.] Well, change is my delight. I never knew Ere now a vestal's love,--forbidden fruit;-- Wherefore I came to try my fortune here. CURIUS. What,--here, you say? Impossible! A jest! |
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