Like one of Juno's or of Jove's disguise, When things succeed, be thrown by, or let fall, Or the scene shifted in our theatres― It is the voice of Lentulus. Cat. In, my fair Aurelia, [Noise within. And think upon these arts: they must not see Though on their shoulders, necks and heads you rise. [Exit AURELIA. Enter LENTULUS, in discourse with CETHEGUS. Lent. It is, methinks, a morning full of fate ! Had all the weights of sleep and death hung at it! And her sick head is bound about with clouds, As if she threaten'd night ere noon of day! It does not look as it would have a hail Or health wish'd in it, as on other morns. Cet. Why, all the fitter, Lentulus; our coming Is not for salutation, we have business. Cat. Said nobly, brave Cethegus! Where's Autronius? Cet. Is he not come ? Cat. Not here. Cet. Nor Vargunteius ? Cat. Neither. Cet. A fire in their beds and bosoms, That so will serve their sloth rather than virtue ! As now! Len. Both they, Longinus, Lecca, Curius, Cet. Yes; as you, had I not call'd you. Cet. If the gods had call'd Them to a purpose, they would just have come The kingdom of the senate rent asunder, And the degenerate talking gown run frighted Cat. Spirit of men ! Thou heart of our great enterprise ! how much Cet. O, the days Of Sylla's sway, when the free sword took leave Cat. And was familiar Cet. Sons kill'd fathers, Brothers their brothers. Cat. And had price and praise. All hate had license given it, all rage reins. Cet. Slaughter bestrid the streets, and stretch'd him self To seem more huge; whilst to his stained thighs Cat. Nay, no degree. Cet. Not infants in the porch of life were free. Virgins, and widows, matrons, pregnant wives, Cat. 'Twas crime enough, that they had lives: Was dull and poor: some fell to make the number, Cet. The rugged Charon fainted, And ask'd a navy, rather than a boat, To ferry over the sad world that came: The maws and dens of beasts could not receive Is to stand up in Rome. Lent. Nay, urge not that Is so uncertain. Cat. How! Lent. I mean, not clear'd, And therefore not to be reflected on. Cat. The Sybil's leaves uncertain! or the comments Of our grave, deep, divining men not clear. Lent. All prophecies, you know, suffer the torture. í Cat. But this already hath confess'd, without: And so been weigh'd, examined and compared, As 'twere malicious ignorance in him Would faint in the belief. Lent. Do you believe it? Cat. Do I love Lentulus, or pray to see it? Lent. They count from Cinna. Cat. And Sylla next, and so make you the third; Lent. Men mark me more of late, as I come forth. Cat. Why, what can they do less? Cinna and Sylla And the awed purple dropp'd their rods and axes: Cet. But be, and we, and all are idle still. Cat. I am a shadow To honour'd Lentulus, and Cethegus here, Cet. By Mars himself, Cataline is more my parent; for whose virtue Earth cannot make a shadow great enough, [they are. Though envy should come too. [Noise within.] O, here Enter AUTRONIUS, VARGUNTEIUS, LONGINUS, CURIUS, Aut. Hail, Lucius Catiline. Cet. Are your eyes yet unseel'd? dare they look day In the dull face? Cat. He's zealous for the affair, And blames your tardy coming, gentlemen. Cet. Unless we had sold ourselves to sleep and ease, And would be our slaves' slaves Cat. Pray you forbear, Cet. The north is not so stark and cold. Cat. Cethegus Bes. We shall redeem all if your fire will let us. Cat. You are too full of lightning, noble Caius. Boy, see all doors be shut, that none approach us [bid On this part of the house. [Exit Servant.] Go you, and The priest, he kill the slave I mark'd last night, And bring me of his blood, when I shall call him: Till then, wait all without. Var. How is't, Autronius? Lon. Curius? [Exeunt Servants, Cur. Lecca? Var. Feel you nothing? Lon. A strange unwonted horror doth invade me, I know not what it is. [A darkness comes over the place. ..17... |