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THE ROBBERS.
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ter beheading a few poppies—but to carry a murder on your soul——

Kozinski.

I'll answer for all the murders that you shall give me in charge.

Moor.

What! are you so clever, then—would you take one in by a cajoling speech?—How know you whether I may n't have my bad dreams—whether I sha'nt flinch when I come to my death-bed?—How many things have you done, for which you thought you had to answer on account?

Kozinski.

Why, truly not much, except this last journey to you, my Noble Count.

Moor.

Has your tutor been amusing you with the history of Robin Hood?—Such senseless scoundrels should be sent to the galleys.—And thus you have heated your childish imagination with the conceit of being a great man.—Do you thirst for fame? for honour? Would you buy immortality by

murders?

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