AURELIA
(farer sammen).
Ah, hvo er du, uheldsvangre røst, der høres hist,
uglen lig, når hult den varsler ifra træets kvist!
Er du stegen fra de klamme skyggelande frem
for at føre Catilina til dit skumle hjem?
AURELIA.
[Startled.]
Who are you, prophetic voice, that yonder comes to me,
Like the night-owl’s cry of warning from some far-off tree!
Are you from the clammy underworld of spirits come
Hence to lead my Catiline into your gloomy home?
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