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THE ROBBERS.
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echoes.—He speaks;—and when he is not answered,—he commands.—

Amelia.

Worm! reptile! Thou command!—Command me? And if I laugh to scorn your commands, what then?

Francis.

A cloister, and imprisonment.—I know how to tame, to break that proud spirit.—

Amelia.

Ha! excellent!—Welcome the cloister and imprisonment, that hides me from the glances of that basilisk.—There I shall be free to think of Charles, to dwell on that dear image.—Away, away! haste to that blest abode!

Francis.

Is it so then?—Thanks for that instruction.—Now I have learnt the art to gall you.—This head, armed like another fury with her snakes, shall fright your Charles from your heart.—The horrible Francis shall lurk behind the picture of your lover, like the hound of hell.—I will drag you by those locks to the altar, and, with my

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