Page:The robbers - a tragedy (IA robberstragedy00schiiala).pdf/119
Commissary.
What you never will be worthy to receive.—Look around you, you horrible incendiary,—as far as your eye can reach, you are surrounded by our horsemen.—No escape for you—You may as soon expect these stunted oaks and pines to bear peaches and cherries.
Moor.
Hear you that, Switzer? Roller?—But go on, Sir.
Commissary.
Hear then how merciful, how long-suffering is Justice to the wicked.—If this very moment you lay down your arms, and humbly entreat for mercy and a mitigation of your punishment, then Justice will be like an indulgent mother—she will shut her eyes on one half of your horrible crimes—and only condemn you—think well of it—to be broken alive upon the wheel!
Switzer.
Captain, shall I cut his throat?
Roller.
Hell, fire, and fury! Captain!—How he bites
his