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THE ROBBERS.
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in fury——Dare to come near me,—and this steel, my uncle's hand shall guide it to thy heart.—Fly me this instant. (She pursues him out with the sword.) Ah! Now I am at ease! I can breathe again.—I felt a tyger's rage,—the mettled courser's strength—To a cloister, did he say?—thanks for that blessed thought! Love, forlorn and hopeless love, finds there a kind retreat!—The grave of buried love!——

(Exit.

SCENE, The Banks of the Danube.

The Robbers stationed on a height, while their horses are grasing on the declivity below.

Moor.

I must rest here. (He throws himself on the ground.) My joints are shook asunder;—my tongue cleaves to my mouth,—dry as a potsherd.—I would beg of some of you to fetch me a little water in the hollow of your hand from yonder brook, but you are all weary to death. (While he is speaking, Switzer goes out unperceived, to fetch him some water.)

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Grimm.
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