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THE ROBBERS.

chatter, and the nails turn blue.—Hark, 'tis there again.—I hear a murmuring noise, like those who groan in sleep.—You have company, old man—hu! hu! hu!

Voice

Do you see any thing?

Herman.

Farewel, farewel! Your deliverer is at hand—your avenger! (He is going hastily out.)

Moor.

(Approaches, shuddering.) Stop!

Herman.

Who is that?

Moor.

Stop! speak! Who art thou? What hast thou to do here? Speak!

Herman.

(Coming forwards.) 'Tis one of his spies—that's certain.——I have lost all fear. (Draws his sword.) Defend yourself, coward! you have a man before you.

Moor.

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