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THE ROBBERS.
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Amelia.

My Charles alive! (Running out, half frantic, after Herman, she meets Charles de Moor, who is entering by one of the walks.)

Moor.

Whither do you run, my child—thus wild, thus frantic?

Amelia.

Earth, swallow me up! That man!

Moor.

I came to bid you adieu.—But, oh heavens!—to meet you thus!

Amelia.

Go, Count! Farewel!—Yet stay—how happy had I been had you not come at this moment! O had you never come!

Moor.

You had been happy then? Farewel for ever!

(Is going out.)

Amelia.

Stay—for heaven's sake, stay!—I meant not so—O God, why did I not mean so?—Tell me,

Count

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