CATILINA
(efter et ophold).
Han er forsvunden. Var det kun en drøm?
Nej, nej; her stod han; månestrålen strejfed
hans gustne ansigt. Ah, jeg kendte ham!
Det var diktatoren, den gamle blodmand,
som steg af graven for at skrække mig.
Han frygted for at miste sejrens krone, –
ej hæders-kransen, men det rædsels-ry,
hvori hans minde lever. Ægges da
blodløse skygger selv af æres-håbet?
(går urolig op og ned.)
Alt stormer ind på mig. Snart taler blidt
advarende Aurelia, – og atter
genlyder i mig Furias manings-råb.
Og mer end dette; – frem af graven stiger
de blege skygger fra den svundne tid.
De truer mig. Jeg skulde standse her?
Jeg skulde vende om? Nej, jeg vil skride
kækt mod mit mål; – snart står jeg sejrrig der!
(Curius kommer gennem skoven i heftig bevægelse.)
CATILINE.
[After a pause.]
Ah, he has vanished. Was it but a dream?
No, no; even here he stood; the moonbeams played
Upon his sallow visage. Yes, I knew him!
It was the man of blood, the old dictator,
Who sallied from his grave to frighten me.
He feared lest he should lose the victor’s crown,--
Not the reward of honor, but the terror
Whereby his memory lives. Are bloodless shades
Spurred onward also by the thought of glory?
[Paces to and fro uneasily.]
CATILINE.
All things storm in upon me. Now Aurelia
In gentle admonition speaks,--and now
In me reëchoes Furia’s warning cry.
Nay, more than that;--out of the grave appear
The pallid shadows of a by-gone age.
They threaten me. I should now stop and pause?
I should turn back? No. I shall venture on
Unfaltering;--the victory soon is mine!
[CURIUS comes through the forest in great agitation.]
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