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THE ROBBERS.

Count—what have I done that makes me seem thus guilty to myself?

Moor.

Those words are death to me!

Amelia.

My heart was so pure before my eyes beheld you.—But now—oh were they shut for ever—they have corrupted, poisoned all my heart!

Moor.

On me, me only be the curse:—thy eyes, thy heart, are guiltless, pure as angels——

Amelia.

There was his look! quite him!—O Count, I entreat—turn not on me those looks.—O spare me! spare me those looks, that stir rebellion in my breast.—O traitor Fancy, that paint'st him to my mind in every glance.—Begone, Sir—or take a crocodile's foul form, and you will please me more.

Moor.

(With a look expressive of the most passionate affection.) Young woman, that is false!

Amelia.

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