Scene 3.3

A

Repulse upon repulse? An In-mate, Consul?

That I could reach the axell, where the pinnes are, Which bolt this frame; that I might pull them out, And plucke all into Chaos; with my selfe.

C

What, are we wishing now?

A

Yes, my Cethegus.

Who would not fall with all the world about him?

C

Not I, that would stand on it, when it falles; And force new Nature out, to make another.

These wishing taste of woman, not of Romane.

Let us seeke other armes.

A

What should we do?

C

Do, and not wish; something, that wishes take not: So sodaine, as the Gods should not preuent, Nor scarce have time, to feare.

A

O noble Caius!

C

It likes me better, that you are not Consul.

I would not goe through open dores, but breake them; Swim to my ends, through bloud; or build a bridge Of carcasses; make on, upon the heads Of men, strooke downe, like piles; to reach the liues Of those remaine, and stand: Then is it a pray, When Danger stoppes, and Ruine makes the way.

A

How thou dost vtter me, braue soule, that may not,

At all times, shew such as I am; but bend Vnto occasion? Lentulus, this man, If all our fire were out, would fetch downe new, Out of the hand of Ioue; and riuet him To Caucasus, should he but frowne: and let His owne gaunt Eagle flie at him, to tire.

B

Peace, here comes Cato.

A

Let him come, and heare.

I will no more dissemble. Quit us all; I, and my lou'd Cethegus here, alone Will vndertake this Giants warre, and cary it.

B

What needs this, Lucius?

E

Sergius be more wary.

A

Now, Marcus Cato, our new Consuls spie, What is your sowre austerity sent to explore.

N

Nothing in thee, licentious Catiline: Halters, and racks cannot expresse from thee More, then thy deeds. It is onely iudgement waits thee.

A

Whose? Cato's? shall he iudge me?

N

No, the Gods,

Who, euer, follow those, they go not with: And Senate; who, with fire, must purge sicke Rome Of noysome Citizens, whereof thou art one.

Be gone, or else let me. It is bane to draw The same ayre with thee.

C

Strike him.

B

Hold good Caius;

C

Fearst thou not, Cato?

N

Rash Cethegus, no.

It were wrong with Rome, when Catiline and thou Do threat, if Cato feard.

A

The fire you speake of

If any flame of it approach my fortunes, I will quench it, not with water, but with ruine.

N

You heare this, Romanes.

A

Beare it to the Consul.

C

I would have sent away his soule, before him.

You are too heauie, Lentulus, and remisse; It is for you we labour, and the Kingdome Promis'd you by the Sibyll's.

A

Which his Prætorship,

And some small flattery of the Senate more, Will make him to forget.

B

You wrong me, Lucius.

E

He will not need these spurres.

C

The action needs them.

``These things, when they proceed not, they goe backward.

B

Let us consult then.

C

Let us, first, take armes.

They that denie us iust things, now, will give All that we aske; if once they see our swords.

O

Our obiects must be sought with wounds, not words.