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?
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