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THE ROBBERS.
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Amelia.

And when do you depart?

Francis.

Fy now! Why that haughty, that severe countenance? You distress me much, Amelia.—I come to inform you——

Amelia.

What I know already,—that Francis de Moor is now the lord and master.—

Francis.

Precisely so.—It was upon that subject I wanted to talk with you.—Maximilian de Moor is gone to sleep with his fathers.—I am now the lord of these domains, and all that they contain.—Pardon me, Amelia: I wish to be the lord of all.—You know that you were properly a part of our family.—You know, my father regarded you as his own child:—You have not forgot him, Amelia:—You never will forget him.

Amelia.

Never, Sir!—Never!—No banquet, no mirth and revelry, shall banish his idea from my mind.

Francis.

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