CATILINA.
Jeg spøge! O, hvis blot det var en spøg!
Men hver dit ord, lig hævnens hvasse pile,
igennemborer dette pinte bryst,
som skæbnen aldrig vil forunde hvile.
CATILINE.
I jest! Would only that it were a jest!
Each word you speak, like the avenging dart
Of Nemesis, pierces my heavy heart,
Which fate will never grant a moment’s rest.