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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