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THE ROBBERS.

Amelia.

(Terrified.) Heavens! What is the matter——Your eyes roll wildly—and your lips are deadly pale!—O wretch! and is the pleasure of thy crime so short?

Moor.

(Commanding himself.) Nothing—tis nothing. (Throwing up his eyes to heaven.) I am still a man. (He takes off his own ring, and puts it on Amelia's finger.) Take this! delightful fiend! And with it what I hold most sacred, take my all, my Emily!

Amelia.

(Starting up.) Your Emily!

Moor.

O she was so dear to my heart! so true, so faithful—even as angels true—When we parted, we exchanged our rings, and vowed eternal constancy.—She heard that I was dead—believed it—and was constant to the dead.—She heard I was alive—and was faithless to the living.—I flew into her arms—was happy as the blest in paradise.—Think what a thunderstroke, Amelia.!—She gave me back my ring—she took her own.——

Amelia.

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