Early Plays — Catiline, the Warrior's Barrow, Olaf Liljekrans by Henrik Ibsen
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AMBIORIX. [Startled.] By all the gods!
OLLOVICO. [Terrified.] Ah, hear! A voice cries warning to us in the dark! FURIA. Woe to your people! OLLOVICO. Yonder stands she, brother,-- The pale and ill-foreboding shadow. See! FURIA. Woe unto all who follow Catiline! AMBIORIX. Home, home! Away! We'll break all promises! OLLOVICO. A voice has warned us, and we shall obey. [They go out hurriedly to the right.] [CATILINE comes out of the house in the background.] CATILINE. Ah, desperate hope--to think of crushing Rome With such a host of cowards and poltroons! What spurs them on? With frankness they confess-- Their only motive is their want and greed. Is it then worth the trouble for such aims To shed men's blood? And what have I to win? What can I gain? FURIA. [Invisible among the trees.] Revenge, my Catiline! |
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