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Early Plays — Catiline, the Warrior's Barrow, Olaf Liljekrans by Henrik Ibsen
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On nothing founded, and by naught explained?

CATILINE. Yes, you are right; I will no longer brood;--
Already I am calm. But go your way;
You need some rest. The meanwhile I shall walk
In privacy and meditate my plans.

[MANLIUS goes into the forest.]

CATILINE. [Paces for some time back and forth by the
camp fire, which is about to go out; then he stops and
speaks thoughtfully.] If I could only--. Ah, it is unmanly
To brood and be distressed by thoughts like these.
And yet,--here in the stillness of the night,
This lonely solitude, again I see
Rising before me life-like all I dreamed.

[A SHADOW, attired like an old warrior in armor and toga, stems
to rise from the earth among the trees a short distance from
him.]

CATILINE. [Recoils before THE SHADOW.]
Great powers of heaven--!

THE SHADOW. Greetings, Catiline!

CATILINE. What will you have? Who are you, pallid shade?

THE SHADOW. One moment! It is here my right to question,--
And you shall answer. Do you no longer know
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