CATILINA.
Jeg rejser ej! – Tillive har du vakt
min ungdoms mod, min manddoms fulde higen.
Ja, jeg skal lyse for det sunkne Roma, –
slå dem med skræk som vandrestjernens ris!
I stolte uslinger, – I skal erfare,
I har ej knækket mig, var end en stund
min kraft af kampens hede sløvet!
CATILINE.
I shall not go! You have recalled to life
My youthful zeal, my manhood’s full-grown longings.
Yes, I shall be a light to fallen Rome,--
Daze them with fear like some erratic star!
You haughty wretches,--you shall soon discover
You have not humbled me, though for a time
I weakened in the heat of battle!
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