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THE ROBBERS.
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at your heart, you murderer! (Draws his sword—They fight.)

The Robbers.

(All starting up.) Murder! murder! Switzer—Spiegelberg.—Separate them——

Switzer.

(Stabs Spiegelberg.) There, villain! die!——Be quiet, my lads—Don't let this craven's fate alarm you[1].—This envious rascal has always had a spite at our Captain—and the coward has not a flea-bite on his dainty skin—The rascal would stab a man behind the back—would skulk and murder.—What boots it that we waste ourselves in toil, have drench'd ourselves in sweat, have fed on fire and sulphur, if at the last we meet a coward's fate, and die like rats by poison?

Grimm.

Zounds, our Captain will be horribly enraged.

Switzer.

That's my concern alone—Shufterle play'd the

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  1. ↑ Germ. Lasst euch die hasenjagd nicht aufwecken. Don't be roused at the hunting of this hare.
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