CATILINA
(efter et ophold, kommer til besindelse, fører hånden over panden ogsiger mat):
Ah, nu fatter jeg din spådom, gådefulde ånd!
Halvt jeg falder for min egen, halvt for fremmed hånd.
Nemesis har gjort sin gerning. Dølg mig, dødens mulm!
Mørke Styx, løft nu din bølges hoved højt og svulm!
Bær mig over; sink ej båden; jag den rastløs frem
mod den tause fyrstes rige, alle skyggers hjem.
Tvedelt vejen går dernede! jeg skal vandre stum
imod venstre –
CATILINE.
[After a moment comes to consciousness again, passes his hand across his forehead, and speaks faintly.]
Now, mysterious voice, your prophecy I understand!
I shall perish by my own, yet by a stranger’s hand.
Nemesis has wrought her end. Shroud me, gloom of night!
Raise your billows, murky Styx, roll on in all your might!
Ferry me across in safety; speed the vessel on
Toward the silent prince’s realm, the land of shadows wan.
Two roads there are running yonder; I shall journey dumb
Toward the left--
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