LENTULUS. Ah, Curius, did not Catiline just now
Pass through the garden?

CURIUS. Yes, he is within.

[They go into the house.]

CURIUS. [Paces about uneasy.]
How shall I curb this longing in my soul?
There is a restless turmoil in my blood.
Ah, Furia,--what a strange, mysterious woman!
Where are you? When shall I see your face again?

CURIUS. Where has she fled? Ah, shadow-like she slipped
Away, when I had freed her from the grave.
And those mysterious, prophetic words,--
And more, her eyes, gleaming at once and dimmed--!
What if it were but madness? Has the grave
With all its terror darkened--?

FURIA. [Behind him among the trees.] No, pale youth!

CURIUS. [With a cry.] My Furia! You--?

FURIA. [Comes nearer.] Here dwells Catiline.
Where he is,--there must Furia also be.

CURIUS. Oh, come with me, beloved. I shall lead
You into safety. Think--if some one saw you!