LENTULUS (hviskende). Frem! Stød ham ned; hug ham igennem ryggen! (alle tre styrter ind på Catilina.)
LENTULUS. [Whispering.] Out! Fall upon him! Strike him from behind! [All three rush on CATILINE.]
CATILINA (drager sit sværd og forsvarer sig). Ah, uslinger, – hvad vover I –?
CATILINE. [Draws his sword and defends himself.] Ah, scoundrels,--do you dare to--?
LENTULUS (til gladiatorerne). Stød ned!
LENTULUS. [To the GLADIATORS.] Cut him down!
CATILINA (genkender ham). Du, Lentulus, vil myrde Catilina?
CATILINE. [Recognizes him.] You, Lentulus, would murder Catiline?
FØRSTE GLADIATOR (forskrækket). Ham er det!
THE FIRST GLADIATOR. [Terrified.] He it is!
ANDEN GLADIATOR (viger tilbage). Catilina! Ej mod ham jeg bruger sværdet. Fly! (begge gladiatorerne flygter.)
THE SECOND GLADIATOR. [Draws back.] Catiline! I’ll never use The sword on him. Come flee! [Both GLADIATORS make their escape.]
LENTULUS. Så fald for mit! (de kæmper; Catilina slår Lentulus sværdet ud af hånden; Lentulus vil flygte, men Catilina holder ham fast.)
LENTULUS. Then die by mine! [They fight; CATILINE strikes the sword from the hand of Lentulus; the latter tries to escape, but CATILINE holds him fast.]
CATILINA. Forræder! Morder!
CATILINE. Murderer! Traitor!
LENTULUS (bønfaldende). Nåde, Catilina!
LENTULUS. [Entreating.] Mercy, Catiline!
CATILINA. Jeg ser dit anslag skrevet på din pande. Du vilde myrde mig, og selv dig stille i mine venners spidse. Var det så?
CATILINE. I spell your plans upon your countenance. You wished to murder me, and put yourself Into the chieftain’s place. Was it not so?
