FURIA. And what would you repent?
CATILINE. Oh, everything! That I have been, that I have ever lived.
FURIA. 'Tis now too late—too late! Whence now you stand No path leads back again.—Go try it, fool! Now am I going home. Place you your head Upon her breast and see if there you find The blessed peace your weary soul desires.
FURIA. [With increasing wildness.] Soon will the thousand dead rise up again; Dishonored women will their numbers join; And all,—aye, they will all demand of you The life, the blood, the honor you destroyed. In terror you will flee into the night,— Will roam about the earth on every strand, Like old Actean, hounded by his dogs,— A shadow hounded by a thousand shades!
CATILINE. I see it, Furia. Here I have no peace. I am an exile in the world of light! I'll go with you into the spirit realms;— The bond that binds me I will tear asunder.
FURIA. Why grope you with the dagger?
CATILINE. She shall die.
[The lightning strikes and the thunder rolls.]
FURIA. The mighty powers rejoice at your resolve!— See, Catiline,—see, yonder comes your wife.
[AURELIA comes through the forest in an anxious search.]