LENTULUS. [Returns quickly.] Stand ready now; the man we wait is coming!
[LENTULUS and the GLADIATORS lie in wait among the bushes.]
[Soon after, CATILINE comes through the forest and goes toward the tent.]
LENTULUS. [Whispering.] Out! Fall upon him! Strike him from behind!
[All three rush on CATILINE.]
CATILINE. [Draws his sword and defends himself.] Ah, scoundrels,—do you dare to—?
LENTULUS. [To the GLADIATORS.] Cut him down!
CATILINE. [Recognizes him.] You, Lentulus, would murder Catiline?
THE FIRST GLADIATOR. [Terrified.] He it is!
THE SECOND GLADIATOR. [Draws back.] Catiline! I'll never use The sword on him. Come flee!