CATILINE. Then let us be off! Through death we shall achieve The glorious life of immortality. Our fall, our name, through distant generations Shall be proclaimed with lofty pride—
FURIA. [Calls out behind him among the trees.] —O terror!
SOME VOICES. Behold,—a woman—!
CATILINE. [Startled.] Furia! You—you here? What brought you here?
FURIA. Ah, I must lead you on To your great goal.
CATILINE. Where is my goal, then? Speak!
FURIA. Each mortal seeks his goal in his own way. And you seek yours through ever hopeless strife; The struggle yields defeat and certain death.
CATILINE. Yet also honor and immortal fame! Go, woman! Great and noble is this hour! My heart is closed against your raucous cries.
[AURELIA appears in the door of the tent.]
AURELIA. My Catiline—!