CATILINE. [Surprised.] What, you,--you here, my friend!

CURIUS. I had to--

CATILINE. Wherefore staid you not in town?

CURIUS. Fear prompted me; I had to seek you here.

CATILINE. You rush for my sake blindly into danger.
You thoughtless lad! Yet, come into my arms!

[Moves to embrace him.]

CURIUS. [Draws back.]
No! Do not touch me! Do not even come near me!

CATILINE. What ails you, my dear Curius?

CURIUS. Up! Break camp!
Flee, if you can, even this very hour!
On every highway come the enemy troops;
Your camp is being surrounded.

CATILINE. Calm yourself;
You rave. Speak, has the journey shaken you--?

CURIUS. Oh no; but save yourself while there is time!
You are betrayed--