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THE ROBBERS.
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"You are in tears, Amelia!" Ha! let me fly!—To-morrow I am a saint—(Rises up.) A saint! Poor heart! O what a word was that?—how sweet to this ear was once that word—but now—now—O heart, thou hast betrayed me. I believed thee vanquish'd, and thought it fortitude—alas! 'twas but despair! (She sits down in the arbour, and covers her face with her hands.)

Enter Herman from one of the covered walks.

Herman.

(To himself.) Now let the tempest rage, tho' it should sink me to the bottom[1]! (Sees Amelia.) Miss Amelia, Miss Amelia!

Amelia.

Ha! a spy! What seek you here?

Herman.

I bring you news—sweet, pleasant—horrible news.—If you are disposed to forgive, you shall hear wonders.

T 2
Amelia.
  1. ↑ Germ. Und sollt er mir auch bis an die gurgel schwellen.
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