CURIUS. [Draws back.] No! Do not touch me! Do not even come near me!
CATILINE. What ails you, my dear Curius?
CURIUS. Up! Break camp! Flee, if you can, even this very hour! On every highway come the enemy troops; Your camp is being surrounded.
CATILINE. Calm yourself; You rave. Speak, has the journey shaken you—?
CURIUS. Oh no; but save yourself while there is time! You are betrayed—
[Prostrates himself before him.]
CATILINE. [Starts back.] Betrayed! What are you saying?
CURIUS. Betrayed by one in friendly guise!
CATILINE. You err; These stormy friends are loyal even as you.
CURIUS. Then woe to you for all their loyalty!