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THE ROBBERS.
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for that word! You gape there with your lanthorn jaws, and when you hear a shot——Zounds, sirrah! show your face in the ranks, or you shall be sew'd alive in a sack, and thrown to the dogs!

Razman.

The Captain! the Captain!

Enter Moor, with a slow pace.

Moor.

(Apart.) I have let them be completely surrounded—they must fight like desperadoes.——Well, my boys, we're tied to the stake—one choice—fight or die!

Switzer.

Ha! I'll rip them up alive! Lead us on, Captain, we'll follow you to the gates of hell!

Moor.

Load all your muskets.—Have you powder enough?

Swizter.

(Starting up.) Powder enough! ay, to blow the earth up to the moon!

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Razman.
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