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THE ROBBERS.

ACT III.

SCENE, A Garden.

Amelia, sitting in a pensive attitude. Enter Francis, both of them in deep mourning.

Francis.

What, still here, my little obstinate enthusiast? You stole away from our entertainment.—My guests were in charming spirits, but you disturb'd all our mirth.

Amelia.

Shame on such mirth! When your father's funeral dirge is yet sounding in your ears.

Francis.

What, still sorrowing? Will those pretty eyes never be dry?—Come, let the dead sleep in their graves,—and be the joy of the living.—I am just come——

Amelia.

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