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THE ROBBERS.
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Razman.

Roller! Thunder and lightning! Fire and fury! (They run to meet them.)

Enter Moor, as dismounting from his horse, Roller, Switzer, Schufterle, and the whole band, all bespattered as from the road.

Moor.

Liberty! Liberty! my boys! Roller is free.—Take my horse,—and dash a bottle of wine over him!——(He sits down on the ground.) 'Twas hot work!

Razman.

(To Roller.) By the forge of Pluto! you have had a resurrection from the wheel!

Spiegelberg.

Are you his ghost? or are you flesh and blood?

Roller.

(Quite breathless.) Flesh and blood, my boy! Where do you think I come from?

Grimm.

Who the devil knows?—Ask the witch on whose broomstick you rode.—Hadn't you received sentence?

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Roller.
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