FURIA. Pursue you,—did you say? I am your shadow. I must be with you wheresoe'er you go.
[She comes nearer.]
CATILINE. She lives! O gods,—then it is she,—no other, No disembodied ghost.
FURIA. Or ghost or not,— It matters little; I must follow you.
CATILINE. With mortal hate!
FURIA. Hate ceases in the grave, As love and all the passions do that flourish Within an earthly soul. One thing alone In life and death remains unchangeable.
CATILINE. And what? Say forth!
FURIA. Your fate, my Catiline!
CATILINE. Only the gods of wisdom know my fate,— No human being.
FURIA. Yet I know your fate. I am your shadow;—strange, mysterious ties Bind us together.