Early Plays — Catiline, the Warrior's Barrow, Olaf Liljekrans by Henrik Ibsen
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Consumes my soul, and you--ah, you alone--
Can ease my suffering.-- FURIA. [Looks towards the house.] Yonder there's a light-- And many men. What now is going on Within the house of Catiline? CURIUS. [Jumps up.] Again This name! Around him hover all your thoughts. Oh, I could hate him--! FURIA. Has he then resolved To launch at last the daring enterprise He long has cherished? CURIUS. Then you know--? FURIA. Yes, all. CURIUS. Ah, then you doubtless know, too, he himself Is foremost in this daring enterprise? Yet, I adjure you, beg you, think no more Of Catiline! FURIA. Answer me this alone; 'Tis all I ask of you. Do you go with him? CURIUS. He is to me a tender father-- FURIA. [Smiling.] He? |
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