FURIA. Did you not lately swear you were prepared To do my bidding?
CURIUS. Ask me what you will; In everything I serve you and obey! I only beg,—forget this Catiline.
FURIA. I shall forget him first—when he has stepped Into his grave.
CURIUS. [Draws back.] Ah, you demand that I—?
FURIA. You need not use the steel; you can betray His enterprise—
CURIUS. Murder and treachery At once! Remember, Furia, he is still My foster-father and—
FURIA. —My aim in life! Ah, timid fool,—so you dare speak of love,— Who lack the fortitude to strike him down That stands across your path? Away from me!
[She turns her back on him.]
CURIUS. [Holding her back.] No;—do not leave me! I am in all things willing! A shudder chills me as I look on you; And yet I cannot break this net asunder Wherein you trapped my soul.
FURIA. Then you are willing?