Early Plays — Catiline, the Warrior's Barrow, Olaf Liljekrans by Henrik Ibsen
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What will your fate be now--?
FURIA. [Whispers scornfully, unnoticed by AURELIA.] Ah, Catiline, Already wavering in your high resolve? Is this your death defiance? CATILINE. [Flaring up.] No, by the gods! AURELIA. [Comes nearer.] Oh, speak, beloved! Keep me in doubt no longer-- FURIA. [In an undertone behind him.] Flee with your wife--the while your comrades die! MANLIUS. Tarry no longer; lead us out to battle-- CATILINE. Oh, what a choice! And yet,--here is no choice;-- I must go on,--I dare not stop midway. CATILINE. [Calls out.] Then follow me to battle on the plain! AURELIA. [Throws herself in his arms.] Catiline,--do not leave me,--take me with you! CATILINE. No, stay, Aurelia! FURIA. [As before.] Take her, Catiline! Worthy your death will be, as was your life, When you are vanquished--in a woman's arms! |
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