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Act I.

Sylla's Ghost.
Do'st thou not feele me, Rome? not yet? Is night
So heauy on thee, and my weight so light?
Can Sylla's Ghost arise within thy walls,
Lesse threatning, then an earth-quake, the quick falls
Of thee, and thine? shake not the frighted heads
Of thy steepe towers? or shrinke to their first beds?
Or, as their ruine the large Tyber fills,
Make that swell vp, and drowne thy seuen proud hills?
What sleepe is this doth seize thee, so like death,
And is not it? Wake, feele her, in my breath:
Behold, I come, sent from the Stygian sound,
As a dire vapor, that had cleft the ground,
T'ingender with the night, and blast the day;
Or like a pestilence, that should display
Infection through the world: which, thus, I doe.
Discouers Catiline in his study.
Plvto be at thy councells; and into
Thy darker bosome enter Sylla's spirit:
All, that was mine, and bad, thy brest inherit.
Alas, how weake is that, for Catiline!
Did I but say (vaine voice!) all that was mine?
All, that the Gracchi, Cinna, Marivs would;
What now, had I a body againe, I could,
Comming from hell; what Fiends would wish should be;
And Hannibal could not haue wish'd to see:
Thinke thou, and practice. Let the long-hid seeds
Of treason, in thee, now shoot forth in deeds,
Ranker then horror; and thy former facts
Not fall in mention, but to vrge new acts:
Conscience of them prouoke thee on to more.
Be still thy incests, murders, rapes before
Thy sense; thy forcing first a Vestall nunne;
Thy parricide, late, on thine owne onely sonne,
After his mother; to make emptie way
For thy last wicked nuptialls; worse, then they,
That blaze that act of thy incestuous life,
Which got thee, at once, a daughter, and a wife.
I leaue the slaughters that thou didst for me,
Of Senators; for which, I hid for thee
Thy murder of thy brother, (being so brib'd)
And writ him in the list of my proscrib'd
After thy fact, to saue thy little shame:
Thy incest, with thy sister, I not name.
These are too light. Fate will haue thee pursue
Deedes, after which, no mischiefe can be new;
The ruine of thy countrey: thou wert built
For such a worke, and borne for no lesse guilt.
What though defeated once th'hast beene, and knowne,
Tempt it againe: That is thy act, or none.
What all the seuerall ills, that visite earth,
(Brought forth by night, with a sinister birth)
Plagues, famine, fire could not reach vnto,
The sword, nor surfets; let thy furie doe:
Make all past, present, future ill thine owne;
And conquer all example, in thy one.
Nor let thy thought find any vacant time
To hate an old, but still a fresher crime
Drowne the remembrance: let not mischiefe cease,
But, while it is in punishing, encrease.
Conscience, and care die in thee; and be free
Not heau'n it selfe from thy impietie:
Let night grow blacker with thy plots; and day,
At shewing but thy head forth, start away
From this halfe-spheare: and leaue Romes blinded walls
T'embrace lusts, hatreds, slaughters, funeralls,
And not recouer sight, till their owne flames
Doe light them to their ruines. All the names
Of thy confederates, too, be no lesse great
In hell, then here: that, when we would repeat
Our strengths in muster, we may name you all,
And Furies, vpon you, for Furies, call.
Whilst, what you doe, may strike them into feares,
Or make them grieue, and wish your mischiefe theirs.

Catiline.
It is decree'd. Nor shall thy Fate, ô Rome,
Resist my vow. Though hills were set on hills,
And seas met seas, to guard thee; I would through:
I, plough vp rocks, steepe as the Alpes, in dust;
And laue the Tyrrhene waters, into clouds;
But I would reach thy head, thy head, proud citie.
The ills, that I haue done, cannot be safe
But by attempting greater; and I feele
A spirit, within me, chides my sluggish hands,
And sayes, they haue beene innocent too long.
Was I a man, bred great, as Rome her selfe?
One, form'd for all her honors, all her glories?
Equall to all her titles? that could stand
Close vp, with Atlas; and sustaine her name
As strong, as he doth heau'n? And, was I,
Of all her brood, mark'd out for the repulse
By her no voice, when I stood Candidate,
To be commander in the Pontick warre?
I will, hereafter, call her step-dame, euer.
If shee can loose her nature, I can loose
My pietie, and in her stony entrailes
Dig me a seate: where, I will liue againe,
The labour of her wombe, and be a burden,
Weightier then all the prodigies, and monsters,
That shee hath teem'd with, since shee first knew Mars.

Catiline
, Avrelia.
VVho's there?

Avr.
'Tis I.

Cat.
Avrelia?

Avr.
Yes.

Cat.
Appeare,
And breake, like day, my beautie, to this circle:
Vpbraid thy Phœbus, that he is so long
In mounting to that point, which should giue thee
Thy proper splendor. Wherefore frownes my sweet?
Haue I too long beene absent from these lips,
He kisseth them.
This cheeke, these eyes? What is my trespasse? speake.

Avr.
It seemes, you know, that can accuse your selfe.

Cat.
I will redeeme it.

Avr.
Still, you say so. When?

Cat.
When Orestilla, by her bearing well
These my retirements, and stolne times for thought,
Shall giue their effects leaue to call her Queene
Of all the world, in place of humbled Rome.

Avr.
You court me, now.

Cat.
As I would alwayes, Loue,
By this ambrosiack kisse, and this of nectar,
Wouldst thou but heare as gladly, as I speake.
Could my Avrelia thinke, I meant her lesse;
When, wooing her, I first remou'd a wife,
And then a sonne, to make my bed, and house
Spatious, and fit t'embrace her? These were deeds
Not t'haue begun with, but to end with more,
And greater: “He that, building, stayes at one
“Floore, or the second, hath erected none.
'Twas how to raise thee, I was meditating;
To make some act of mine answere thy loue:
That loue, that, when my state was now quite sunke,
Came with thy wealth, and weigh'd it vp againe,
And made my 'emergent-fortune once more looke
Aboue the maine; which, now, shall hit the starres,
And stick my Orestilla, there, amongst 'hem,
If any tempest can but make the billow,
And any billow can but lift her greatnesse.
But, I must pray my loue, shee will put on
Like habites with my selfe. I haue to doe
With many men, and many natures. Some,
That must be blowne, and sooth'd; as Lentvlvs,
Whom I haue heau'd, with magnifying his bloud,
And a vaine dreame, out of the Sybill's bookes,
That a third man, of that great family,
Whereof he is descended, the Cornelii,
Should be a king in Rome: which I haue hir'd
The flatt'ring Avgvres to interpret him,
Cinna, and Sylla dead. Then, bold Cethegvs,
Whose valour I haue turn'd into his poyson,
And prais'd so into daring, as he would
Goe on vpon the gods, kisse lightning, wrest
The engine from the Cyclop's, and giue fire
At face of a full cloud, and stand his ire:
When I would bid him moue. Others there are,
Whom enuy to the state drawes, and puts on,
For contumelies receiu'd, (and such are sure ones)
As Cvrivs, and the fore-nam'd Lentvlvs,
Both which haue beene degraded, in the Senate,
And must haue their disgraces, still, new rub'd,
To make 'hem smart, and labour of reuenge.
Others, whom meere ambition fires, and dole
Of prouinces abroad, which they haue fain'd
To their crude hopes, and I as amply promis'd:
These, Lecca, Vargvnteivs, Bestia, Avtronivs.
Some, whom their wants oppresse, as th'idle Captaynes
Of Sylla's troops: and diuers Roman Knights
(The profuse wasters of their patrimonies)
So threatned with their debts as they will, now,
Runne any desperate fortune, for a change.
These, for a time, we must relieue, Avrelia,
And make our house the safe-guard: like, for those,
That feare the law, or stand within her gripe,
For any act past, or to come. Such will
From their owne crimes, be factious, as from ours.
Some more there be, slight ayrelings, will be wonne,
With dogs, and horses; or, perhaps, a whore;
Which must be had: and, if they venter liues,
For vs, Avrelia, we must hazard honors
A little. Get thee store, and change of women,
As I haue boyes; and giue 'hem time, and place,
And all conniuence: be thy selfe, too, courtly;
And entertayne, and feast, sit vp, and reuell;
Call all the great, the faire, and spirited Dames
Of Rome about thee; and beginne a fashion
Of freedome, and community. Some will thanke thee,
Though the sowre Senate frowne, whose heads must ake
In feare, and feeling too. We must not spare
Or cost, or modestie. It can but shew
Like one of Ivno's, or of Iove's disguises,
In either thee, or mee: and will as soone,
When things succeed, be throwne by, or let fall,
As is a vaile put off, a visor chang'd,
Or the scene shifted, in our theaters—
A noyse without.
Who's that? It is the voyce of Lentvlvs.

Avr.
Or of Cethegvs.

Cat.
In, my faire Avrelia,
And thinke vpon these arts. They must not see,
How farre you are trusted with these priuacies;
Though, on their shoulders, necks, and heads you rise.

Lentvlvs
, Cethegvs, Catiline.
It is, me thinks, a morning, full of fate!
It riseth slowly, as her sollen carre
Had all the weights of sleepe, and death hung at it!
Shee is not rosy-finger'd, but swolne black!
Her face is like a water, turn'd to bloud,
And her sick head is bound about with clouds,
As if shee threatned night, ere noone of day!
It does not looke, as it would haue a haile,
Or health, wish'd in it, as on other mornes.

Cet.
Why, all the fitter, Lentvlvs: our comming
Is not for salutation, we haue businesse.

Cat.
Said nobly, braue Cethegvs. Where's Avtronivs?

Cet.
Is he not come?

Cat.
Not here.

Cet.
Nor Vargvnteivs?

Cat.
Neither.

Cet.
A fire in their beds, and bosomes,
That so will serue their sloth, rather then vertue.
They are no Romanes, and at such high need
As now.

Len.
Both they, Longinvs, Lecca, Cvrivs,
Fvlvivs, Gabinivs, gaue me word, last night,
By Lvcivs Bestia, they would all be here,
And early.

Cet.
Yes? As you, had I not call'd you.
Come, we all sleepe, and are meere dormice; flies,
A little lesse then dead: more dulnesse hangs
On vs, then on the morne. W'are spirit-bound,
In ribs of ice; our whole blouds are one stone;
And honor cannot thaw vs; nor our wants:
Though they burne, hot as feuers, to our states.

Cat.
I muse they would be tardy, at an houre
Of so great purpose.

Cet.
If the gods had call'd
Them, to a purpose, they would iust haue come
With the same tortoyse speed! that are thus slow
To such an action, which the gods will enuy:
As asking no lesse meanes, then all their powers
Conioyn'd, t'effect. I would haue seene Rome burn't,
By this time; and her ashes in an vrne:
The kingdome of the Senate, rent a-sunder;
And the degenerate, talking gowne runne frighted,
Out of the aire of Italie.

Cat.
Spirit of men!
Thou, heart of our great enterprise! how much
I loue these voices in thee!

Cet.
O, the dayes
Of Sylla's sway, when the free sword tooke leaue
To act all that it would!

Cat.
And was familiar
With entrailes, as our Augures!

Cet.
Sonnes kild fathers,
Brothers their brothers.

Cat.
And had price, and praise.
All hate had licence giuen it: all rage raines.

Cet.
Slaughter bestrid the streets, and stretch'd himselfe
To seeme more huge; whilst to his stayned thighes
The gore he drew flow'd vp: and carryed downe
Whole heaps of limmes, and bodies, through his arch.
No age was spar'd, no sexe.

Cat.
Nay, no degree.

Cet.
Not infants, in the porch of life were free.
The sick, the old, that could but hope a day
Longer, by natures bountie, not let stay.
Virgins, and widdowes, matrons, pregnant wiues,
All dyed.

Cat.
'Twas crime enough, that they had liues.
To strike but onely those, that could doe hurt,
Was dull, and poore. Some fell to make the number,
As some the prey.

Cet.
The rugged Charon fainted,
And ask'd a nauy, rather then a boate,
To ferry ouer the sad world that came:
The mawes, and dens of beasts could not receiue
The bodies, that those soules were frighted from;
And e'en the graues were fild with men, yet liuing,
Whose flight, and feare had mix'd them, with the dead.

Cat.
And this shall be againe, and more, and more,
Now Lentvlvs, the third Cornelivs,
Is to stand vp in Rome.

Len.
Nay, vrge not that
Is so vncertaine.

Cat.
How!

Len.
I meane, not clear'd.
And, therefore, not to be reflected on.

Cat.
The Sybill's leaues vncertayne? or the comments
Of our graue, deepe, diuining men not cleare?

Len.
All prophecies, you know, suffer the torture.

Cat.
But this, already, hath confess'd, without.
And so beene weigh'd, examin'd, and compar'd,
As't were malicious ignorance in him,
Would faint in the beliefe.

Len.
Doe you beleeue it?

Cat.
Doe I loue Lentvlvs? or pray to see it?

Len.
The Augures all are constant, I am meant.

Cat.
They had lost their science else.

Len.
They count from Cinna.

Cat.
And Sylla next, and so make you the third;
All that can say the sunne is ris'n, must thinke it.

Len.
Men marke me more, of late, as I come forth!

Cat.
Why, what can they doe lesse? Cinna, and Sylla
Are set, and gone: and we must turne our eyes
On him that is, and shines. Noble Cethegvs,
But view him with me, here! He lookes, already,
As if he shooke a scepter, o're the Senate,
And the aw'd purple dropt their rods, and axes!
The statues melt againe; and houshold gods
In grones confesse the trauaile of the citie;
The very walls sweat bloud before the change;
And stones start out to ruine, ere it comes.

Cet.
But he, and we, and all are idle still.

Len.
I am your creature, Sergivs: And what ere
The great Cornelian name shall winne to be,
It is not Augury, nor the Sybils bookes,
But Catiline that makes it.

Cat.
I am shaddow
To honor'd Lentvlvs, and Cethegvs here,
Who are the heires of Mars.

Cet.
By Mars himselfe,
Catiline is more my parent: for whose vertue
Earth cannot make a shaddow great inough,
Though enuy should come too. O, there they'are.
Now we shall talke more, though we yet doe nothing.

Avtronivs
, Vargvnteivs, Longinvs, Cvrivs, Lecca, Bestia, Fvlvivs, Gabinivs, &c.
To them.
Haile Lvcivs Catiline.

Var.
Haile noble Sergivs.

Lon.
Haile Pvb: Lentvl'.

Cvr.
Haile the third Corneli'.

Lec.
Caivs Cethegvs haile.

Cet.
Haile sloth, and words,
In steed of men, and spirits.

Cat.
Nay, deare Caivs—

Get.
Are your eyes yet vnsee'ld? Dare they looke day
In the dull face?

Cat.
Hee's zealous, for the'affaire,
And blames your tardy comming, gentlemen.

Cet.
Vnlesse, we had sold our selues to sleepe, and ease,
And would be our slaues slaues—

Cat.
Pray you forbeare.

Cet.
The north is not so starke, and cold.

Cat.
Cethegvs—

Bes.
We shall redeeme all, if your fire will let vs.

Cat.
You are too full of lightning, noble Caivs.
Boy, see all doores be shut, that none approch vs,
On this part of the house. Goe you, and bid
The Priest, he kill the slaue I mark'd last night;
And bring me of his bloud, when I shall call him:
Till then, wait all without.

Var.
How is't, Avtronivs!

Avt.
Longinvs?

Lon.
Cvrivs?

Cvr.
Lecca?

Var.
Feele you nothing?

Lon.
A strange, vn-wonted horror doth inuade me,
A darknesse comes ouer the place.
I know not what it is!

Lec.
The day goes back,
Or else my senses!

Cvr.
As at Atrevs feast!

Fvl.
Darknesse growes more, and more!

Len.
The vestall flame,
A grone of many people is heard vnder ground.
I thinke, be out.

Gab.
What grone was that?

Cet.
Our phant'sies.
Strike fire, out of our selues, and force a day.

Another.
Avt.
Againe it sounds!

Bes.
As all the citie gaue it!

Cet.
We feare what our selues faine.

Var.
What light is this?

A fiery light appeares.
Cvr.
Looke forth.

Len.
It still growes greater!

Lec.
From whence comes it?

Lon.
A bloudy arme it is, that holds a pine
Lighted, aboue the Capitoll! and, now,
It waues vnto vs!

Cat.
Braue, and omenous!
Our enterprise is seal'd.

Cet.
In spight of darkenesse,
That would discountenance it. Looke no more;
We loose time, and our selues. To what we came for,
Speake Lvcivs, we attend you.

Cat.
Noblest Romanes,
If you were lesse, or that your faith, and vertue
Did not hold good that title, with your bloud,
I should not, now, vnprofitably spend
My selfe in words, or catch at empty hopes,
By ayrie wayes, for solide certainties.
But since in many, and the greatest dangers,
I still haue knowne you no lesse true, then valiant,
And that I tast, in you, the same affections,
To will, or nill, to thinke things good, or bad,
Alike with me: (which argues your firme friendship)
I dare the boldlier, with you, set on foot,
Or leade, vnto this great, and goodliest action.
What I haue thought of it afore, you all
Haue heard apart. I then express'd my zeale
Vnto the glorie; now, the neede enflames me:
When I fore-thinke the hard conditions,
Our states must vnder-goe, except, in time,
We doe redeeme our selues to libertie,
And breake the yron yoke, forg'd for our necks.
For, what lesse can we call it? when we see
The common-wealth engross'd so by a few,
The giants of the state, that doe, by turnes,
Enioy her, and defile her! All the earth,
Her Kings, and Tetrarchs, are their tributaries;
People, and nations, pay them hourely stipends:
The riches of the world flowes to their coffers,
And not, to Romes. While (but those few) the rest,
How euer great we are, honest, and valiant,
Are hearded with the vulgar; and so kept,
As we were onely bred, to consume corne;
Or weare out wooll; to drinke the cities water;
Vngrac'd, without authoritie, or marke;
Trembling beneath their rods: to whom, (if all
Were well in Rome) we should come forth bright axes.
All places, honors, offices are theirs!
Or where they will conferre 'hem! They leaue vs
The dangers, the repulses, iudgements, wants:
Which how long will you beare, most valiant spirits?
Were we not better to fall, once, with vertue,
Then draw a wretched, and dishonor'd breath,
To loose with shame, when these mens pride will laugh?
I call the faith of gods, and men to question,
The power is in our hands; our bodies able;
Our mindes as strong; o'th' contrary, in them,
All things growne aged, with their wealth, and yeeres:
There wants, but onely to beginne the businesse,
The issue is certaine.

Cet., Lon.
On, let vs goe on.

Cvr., Bes.
Goe on, braue Sergivs.

Cat.
It doth strike my soule,
(And, who can scape the stroke, that hath a soule,
Or, but the smallest aire of man within him?)
To see them swell with treasure; which they powre
Out i'their riots, eating, drinking, building,
I, i'the sea! planing of hills with valleyes;
And raysing vallies aboue hills! whilst we
Haue not, to giue our bodies necessaries.
They ha' their change of houses, mannors, lordships;
We scarce a fire, or poore houshold Lar!
They buy rare Atticke statues, Tyrian hangings,
Ephesian pictures, and Corinthian plate,
Attalicke garments, and now, new-found gemmes,
Since Pompey went for Asia, which they purchase
At price of prouinces! The riuer Phasis
Cannot affoord 'hem fowle; nor Lucrine lake
Oysters enow: Circei too, is search'd
To please the witty gluttony of a meale!
Their ancient habitations they neglect,
And set vp new; then, if the eccho like not
In such a roome, they pluck downe those, build newer,
Alter them too: and, by all frantick wayes,
Vexe their wild wealth, as they molest the people,
From whom they force it! yet, they cannot tame,
Or ouer-come their riches! Not, by making
Bathes, orchards, fish-pooles! letting in of seas
Here! and, then there, forcing 'hem out againe,
With mountaynous heaps, for which the earth hath lost
Most of her ribs, as entrailes! being now
Wounded no lesse for marble, then for gold.
We, all this while, like calme, benum'd Spectators,
Sit, till our seates doe cracke; and doe not heare
The thundring ruines: whilst, at home, our wants,
Abroad, our debts doe vrge vs; our states daily
Bending to bad, our hopes to worse: and, what
Is left, but to be crush'd? Wake, wake braue friends,
And meet the libertie you oft haue wish'd for.
Behold, renowne, riches, and glory court you.
Fortune holds out these to you, as rewards.
Me thinkes (though I were dumbe) th'affaire it selfe
The opportunity, your needs, and dangers,
With the braue spoile the warre brings, should inuite you.
Vse me your generall, or souldier: neither,
My minde, nor body shall be wanting to you.
And, being Consul, I not doubt t'effect,
All that you wish, if trust not flatter me,
And you'd not rather still be slaues, then free.

Cet.
Free, free.

Lon.
'Tis freedom.

Cvr.
Freedom we all stand for.

Cat.
Why, these are noble voyces! Nothing wants then,
But that we take a solemne sacrament,
To strengthen our designe.

Cet.
And so to act it.
Differring hurts, where powers are so prepar'd.

Avt.
Yet, ere we enter into open act,
(With fauour) 'twere no losse, if 't might be enquir'd,
What the condition of these armes would be?

Var.
I, and the meanes, to carry vs through?

Cat.
How, friends!
Thinke you, that I would bid you, graspe the winde?
Or call you to th'embracing of a cloud?
Put your knowne valures on so deare a businesse,
And haue no other second then the danger,
Nor other gyrlond then the losse? Become
Your owne assurances. And, for the meanes,
Consider, first, the starke securitie
The common wealth is in now; the whole Senate
Sleepy, and dreaming no such violent blow;
Their forces all abroad; of which the greatest,
That might annoy vs most, is fardest off,
In Asia, vnder Pompey: those, neare hand,
Commanded, by our friends; one army in Spaine,
By Cnevs Piso; th'other in Mauritania,
By Nvcerinvs; both which I haue firme,
And fast vnto our plot. My selfe, then, standing
Now to be Consul; with my hop'd Colleague
Caivs Antonivs; one, no lesse engag'd
By his wants then we: and, whom i'haue power to melt,
And cast in any mould. Beside, some others
That will not yet be nam'd, (both sure, and great ones)
Who, when the time comes, shall declare themselues,
Strong, for our party: so, that no resistance
In nature can be thought. For our reward, then,
First, all our debts are paid; dangers of law,
Actions, decrees, iudgements against vs quitted;
The rich men, as in Sylla's times, proscrib'd,
And publication made of all their goods;
That house is yours; that land is his; those waters,
Orchards, and walkes a third's; he has that honor,
And he that office: Such a prouince falls
To Vargvnteivs: this to Avtronivs: that
To bold Cethegvs: Rome to Lentvlvs.
You share the world, her magistracies, priest-hoods,
Wealth, and felicitie amongst you, friends;
And Catiline your seruant. Would you, Cvrivs,
Reuenge the contumely stuck vpon you,
In being remoued from the Senate? Now,
Now, is your time. Would Pvblivs Lentvlvs
Strike, for the like disgrace? Now, is his time.
Would stout Longinvs walke the streets of Rome,
Facing the Prætor? Now, has he a time
To spurne, and tread the fasces, into dirt,
Made of the vsurers, and the Lictors braines.
Is there a beautie, here in Rome, you loue?
An enemie you would kill? What head's not yours?
Whose wife, which boy, whose daughter, of what race,
That th'husband, or glad parents shall not bring you,
And boasting of the office? only, spare
Your selues, and you haue all the earth beside,
A field, to exercise your longings in.
I see you rais'd, and reade your forward mindes
High, in your faces. Bring the wine, and bloud
You haue prepar'd there.

Lon.
How!

Cat.
I'haue kill'd a slaue,
And of his bloud caus'd to be mixt with wine.
Fill euery man his bowle. There cannot be
A fitter drinke, to make this sanction in.
Here, I beginne the sacrament to all.
O, for a clap of thunder, now, as loud,
As to be heard through-out the vniuerse,
To tell the world the fact, and to applaud it.
Be firme, my hand; not shed a drop: but powre
Fiercenesse into me, with it, and fell thirst
Of more, and more, till Rome be left as bloud-lesse,
As euer her feares made her, or the sword.
And, when I leaue to wish this to thee, step-dame,
Or stop, to effect it, with my powers fainting;
So may my bloud be drawne, and so drunke vp
As is this slaues.

Lon.
And so be mine.

Len.
And mine.

They drinke.
Avt.
And mine.

Var.
And mine.

Cet.
Swell mee my bowle yet fuller.
Here, I doe drinke this, as I would doe Cato's,
Or the new fellow Cicero's: with that vow
Which Catiline hath giuen.

Cvr.
So doe I.

Lec.
And I.

Bes.
And I.

Fvl.
And I.

Gab.
And all of vs.

Cat.
Why, now's the businesse safe, and each man strengthned.
Sirrah, what aile you?

Pag.
Nothing.

Bes.
Somewhat modest.

Cat.
Slaue, I will strike your soule out, with my foot,
He spies one of his boyes not answere—
Let me but find you againe with such a face:
You whelp—

Bes.
Nay, Lvcivs.

Cat.
Are you coying it,
When I command you to be free, and generall
To all?

Bes.
You'll be obseru'd.

Cat.

Cet.
Oraculous Sergivs!

Len.
God-like Catiline!

Chorvs.