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THE ROBBERS.
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Razman.

Zounds! what is the matter with him?—Is he ill?

Moor.

There was a time, when I could not go to sleep, if I had forgot my prayers!——

Grimm.

Have you lost your senses? What! yet a school-boy!—'Twere fit indeed such thoughts should vex you!

Moor.

(Resting his head on Grimm's bosom.) Brother! Brother!

Grimm.

Come, come—be not a child, I beg it of you—

Moor.

A child! Oh that I were a child once more!

Grimm.

Fy, fy! Clear up that cloudy brow! Look yonder, what a landskip! what a lovely evening!

Moor.

Ay, my friend! that scene so noble!—this world so beautiful!

Grimm.

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