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Catilina (Catiline)
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CATILINA.
Usle slægt!
Er I en afkom af de store fædre?
At dynge skændsel over fædrenavnet
er eders vis at værne om dets glans! 
CATILINE.
Paltry race!
Are you the offspring of those ancient fathers?
To heap dishonor on your country’s name,--
In such a way you would preserve its lustre! 
LENTULUS.
Du vover os at håne, – du, som længst
et skrækkebilled var – 
LENTULUS.
And you dare taunt us,--you who long since were
A terrifying token-- 
CATILINA.
Ja, det er sandt;
jeg var en rædsel for den gode; dog,
så usel var jeg aldrig end, som I! 
CATILINE.
True, I was;
I was a terror to the good; and yet,
So paltry as you are was never I. 
LENTULUS.
Tæm tungen nu! Vi tåler ej din spot. 
LENTULUS.
Restrain your tongue; we brook no ridicule. 
FLERE.
Nej, nej, – vi vil ej – 
MANY.
No, no,--we will not-- 
CATILINA
(rolig).
Så? I fejgheds yngel, –
I vover end at ville noget, I? 
CATILINE.
[Calmly.]
So? You timid brood,--
You dare to think of doing something,--you? 
LENTULUS.
Ah, ned med ham! 
LENTULUS.
Ah, down with him! 
MANGE STEMMER.
Ja, ned med Catilina!
(de drager sine dolke og styrter ind på ham; Catilina trækker kappenroligt bort fra brystet og betragter dem med et koldt hånsmil; de lader dolkene synke.)  
MANY VOICES.
Yes, down with Catiline!
[They draw their daggers and rush in on him; CATILINE calmly removes the cloak from his breast and regards them with a cold, scornful smile; they lower their daggers.] 
CATILINA.
Stød til? I vover ej? O, venner, venner, –
jeg skulde agte jer, ifald I bored
det åbne bryst igennem, som I truer.
Er ej en gnist af mod da i jer længer? 
CATILINE.
Thrust! Thrust! You dare not? Oh, my friends, my friends,--
I should respect you, if you plunged your daggers
In this uncovered bosom, as you threaten.
Is there no spark of courage in your souls? 
NOGLE.
Han vil vort vel 
SOME.
He means our weal! 
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