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—Moor, I abhor you for a villain—don't make me laugh at you for a fool too—I can open tombs! and raise the dead to life!—Which of us two is now the slave?
Francis.
(Smoothly.) Come, good friend, be politic—show yourself a man of sense—don't be false to your word
Herman.
To detect a wretch like you is the best policy—to keep faith with you would be an utter want of sense.—Faith with whom? with the father of lies—the arch-imposter!—Oh! such faith makes me shudder!—Treason is virtue here—and perfidy a faint-like quality.—But stay a little—patience!—vengeance is cunning.
Francis.
Oh! by the by—what a fool I was to forget! Did n't you lose a purse lately in this room? a hundred louis was n't it? Hah! I had almost forgot that.—Here, my good friend, take what's your own. (Offers him a purse.)
Herman.
(Throws it from him with contempt.) Curse on your Judas bribe—the earnest of damnation!
—You