CATILINE. Ah, it is not this dull and drowsy life, Far from all mundane tumult, that affrights me. If only for a moment I could shine, And blaze in splendor like a shooting star,— If only by a glorious deed I could Immortalize the name of Catiline With everlasting glory and renown,— Then gladly should I, in the hour of triumph, Forsake all things,—flee to a foreign strand;— I'd plunge the dagger in my exiled heart, Die free and happy; for I should have lived!
CATILINE. But oh,—to die without first having lived. Can that be possible? Shall I so die?
[With uplifted hands.]
CATILINE. A hint, oh angry powers,—that it is My fate to disappear from life forgotten, Without a trace!
FURIA. [Outside behind the pillars.] It is not, Catiline!
CATILINE. [Taken aback.] Who speaks? What warning voice is this I hear? A spirit voice from out the underworld!
FURIA. [Comes forward in the moonlight.] I am your shadow.
CATILINE. [Terrified.] What,—the vestal's ghost!
FURIA. Deep must your soul have sunk if you recoil From me!
CATILINE. Speak! Have you risen from the grave With hatred and with vengeance to pursue me?