[Both GLADIATORS make their escape.]
LENTULUS. Then die by mine!
[They fight; CATILINE strikes the sword from the hand of Lentulus; the latter tries to escape, but CATILINE holds him fast.]
CATILINE. Murderer! Traitor!
LENTULUS. [Entreating.] Mercy, Catiline!
CATILINE. I spell your plans upon your countenance. You wished to murder me, and put yourself Into the chieftain's place. Was it not so?
LENTULUS. Yes, Catiline, it was even so!
CATILINE. [Looks at him with repressed scorn.] What then? If 'tis the power you want,—so let it be!
LENTULUS. Explain,—what do you mean?
CATILINE. I shall resign; And you may lead the army—