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THE ROBBERS.
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ses—for me—'Twas here, oh here, he held me to his heart—and pres'd his burning lips to mine. (They give way to their emotions without controul, and mingle their kisses.) O Charles! now strike me dead! My vows are broken!

Moor.

(Tearing himself from her, as if in frenzy.) Can this be hell that snares me? (Gazing on her.)—I am happy!

Amelia.

(Perceiving the ring upon her finger.) Art thou there,—on that guilty hand?—Witness of my perjury—Away with you! (She pulls the ring from her finger, and gives it to Moor.) Take it, too dear seducer! and with it what I hold most sacred—Oh, take my all—my Charles! (She falls back upon the seat.)

Moor.

(Turns pale.) O thou Most High! Was this thy almighty will? It is the ring I gave her—pledge of our mutual faith.——Hell, be the grave of love! She gave me back my ring!

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Amelia.
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