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Cat. But this already hath confess'd, without:
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; All that can say the sun is risen, must think it.
Lent. Men mark me more of late, as I come forth. Cat. Why, what can they do less? Cinna and Sylla Are set and gone; and we must turn our eyes On him that is, and shines. Noble Cethegus, But view him with me here? he looks already As if he shook a sceptre o'er the senate, And the awed purple dropp'd their rods and axes: The statues melt again, and household gods In groans confess the travail of the city; The very walls sweat blood before the change, And stones start out to ruin ere it comes.
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
Enter AUTRONIUS, VARGUNTEIUS, LONGINUS, CURIUS, LECCA, BESTIA, FULVIUS, GABINIUS, etc. and Servants.
Aut. Hail, Lucius Catiline.
Cat. Nay, dear Caius
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.
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?
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...
Lec. The day goes back, Or else my senses!
Cur. As at Atreus' feast!
Ful. Garkness grows more and more!
I think, be out.
[A groan of many people is heard under ground. Gab. What groan was that? Cet. Our phant'sies:
Strike fire out of ourselves, and force a day.
Aut. Again it sounds.
Bes. As all the city gave it!
Var. What light is this?
Len. It still grows greater!
Lec. From whence comes it?
[A second groan.
[A fiery light appears.
Lon. A bloody arm it is that holds a pine
Cat. Brave and ominous ! Our enterprise is seal'd.
Cet. In spite of darkness,
If you were less, or that your faith and virtue
Look no more!
To what we came for.
I still have known you no less true than valiant,
And break the iron yoke forged for our necks;
Or wear out wool; to drink the city's water:
All places, honours, offices are theirs,
Or where they will confer them: they leave us
The dangers, the repulses, judgments, wants;
To lose with shame, when these men's pride will laugh!
I call the faith of Gods and men to question,
The power is in our hands, our bodies able,
Cet. Lon. On! let us go on!
Cur. Bes. Go on, brave Sergius !
And who can scape the stroke, that hath a soul,
They have their change of houses, manors, lordships;
In such a room, they pluck down those, build newer,
Vex their wild wealth, as they molest the people,