Bibliotheca Polyglotta

Catilina (Catiline)

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COEPARIUS.
Så skalter de med vore rettigheder!
De mægtige tør øve, hvad de vil.

COEPARIUS.
Thus with our rights they sport to please themselves.
The mighty always dare do what they will.

CETHEGUS
(muntert).
Slemt nok for Manlius! Dog, værre slag
har rammet mig, som nu jeg skal fortælle.
Tænk eder kun, – min smukke elskerinde,
min Livia, har troløst mig forladt,
just nu, da alt, hvad end mig var tilovers,
for hendes skyld jeg havde ødslet bort.

CETHEGUS.
[Gaily.]
Hard luck for Manlius! Yet, a worse mishap
Has come to me, as I shall now relate.
Listen,--you know my pretty mistress, Livia,--
The little wretch has broken faith with me,
Just now when I had squandered for her sake
The slender wealth that still remained to me.

STATILIUS.
Din overdåd tilskrives må dit uheld.

STATILIUS.
Extravagance--the cause of your undoing.

CETHEGUS.
Tilskriv det, hvad du vil; jeg giver ej
på mine ønsker slip; dem vil jeg stille
tilfreds så længe, som jeg det formår.

CETHEGUS.
Well, as you please; but I will not forego
My own desires; these, while the day is fair,
To their full measure I will satisfy.

MANLIUS.
Og jeg, der tappert kæmped for den hæder,
den magt, hvormed de stolte praler nu!
Jeg skal –! Ah, var den gamle kække skare
af mine våbenfæller endnu her!
Men, nej; den største delen er jo død;
og resten lever spredt i alle lande. –
O, hvad er I, den unge slægt, mod hine?
For magten bøjer I jer dybt i støvet;
I har ej mod at bryde eders lænker;
I bærer tålsomt dette trælleliv!

MANLIUS.
And I who fought so bravely for the glory
And might which now the vaunting tyrants boast!
I shall--! If but the brave old band were here,
My comrades of the battlefield! But no;
The greater part of them, alas, is dead;
The rest live scattering in many lands.--

MANLIUS.
Oh, what are you, the younger blood, to them?
You bend and cringe before authority;
You dare not break the chains that bind you fast;
You suffer patiently this life of bondage!

LENTULUS.
Ved guderne, – skønt krænkende han taler,
er sandhed dog i hvad han sagde der.

LENTULUS.
By all the Gods,--although indeed he taunts us,
Yet, Romans, is there truth in what he says.

CETHEGUS.
O, ja; ja vel; – ret må vi give ham.
Men hvordan gribe fat? Se, det er tingen.

CETHEGUS.
Oh, well,--what of it? He is right, we grant,
But where shall we begin? Ay, there’s the rub.

LENTULUS.
Ja, sandhed er det. Altfor længe tålte
vi undertrykkelsen. Nu er det tid
at kaste af de bånd, som uretfærd
og herskesyge rundt om os har flettet.

LENTULUS.
Yes, it is true. Too long have we endured
This great oppression. Now--now is the time
To break the bonds asunder that injustice
And vain ambition have about us forged.

STATILIUS.
Ah, jeg forstår dig, Lentulus! Dog se,
til sligt behøver vi en kraftig leder –
med mod og indsigt nok. Hvor findes han?

STATILIUS.
Ah, Lentulus, I understand. Yet hold;
For such a thing we need a mighty leader,--
With pluck and vision. Where can he be found?

LENTULUS.
Jeg kender en, der mægter os at lede.

LENTULUS.
I know a man who has the power to lead us.

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