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THE ROBBERS.

Daniel.

So help me, God!—nothing!——

Francis.

You have put poison in the wine!—Are you not as pale as ashes?—Confess, wretch, confess!—Who gave it you?—Was it not the Count—the Count who gave it you?

Daniel.

The Count! Almighty God! the Count has given me nothing!

Francis.

(Taking hold of him.) I'll gripe you black in the face, liar! old hoary traitor! Nothing?—Why then were you so often together?—you and he—and Amelia?—What were you whispering of?—Have I not seen her bold, her shameless glances at him? she who affected such a modest air!—Did I not observe her, when by stealth she dropp'd a tear into his wine—and how he swallowed it with such avidity?—I perceived it—in the glass I saw it—with these eyes I saw it.

Daniel.

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