quo usque tandem abutere, Catilina, patientia nostra?
quam diu etiam furor iste tuus nos1 eludet? quem ad finem
sese effrenata iactabit audacia? nihilne te nocturnum
praesidium Palati, nihil urbis vigiliae, nihil timor populi,
nihil concursus bonorum omnium, nihil hic munitissimus
habendi senatus locus, nihil horum ora voltusque moverunt?
patere tua consilia non sentis, constrictam iam
horum omnium scientia teneri coniurationem tuam2 non
vides? quid proxima, quid superiore nocte egeris, ubi
fueris, quos convocaveris, quid consili ceperis quem nostrum
ignorare arbitraris?
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