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THE ROBBERS.
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Switzer.

Now give your orders, Captain! Say what we shall do.

Moor.

Rise, Switzer, and touch these sacred locks. (He brings him to his father, and makes him take hold of a lock of his hair.) You remember, when you cleft the head of that Bohemian trooper who had raised his sabre to kill me, when I was fainting with fatigue, and my knees were sinking under me—'twas then I promised you a high reward, a kingly recompence—But to this hour I never have been able to discharge that debt.

Switzer.

And may you never be! It is my pride, to call you still my debtor.

Moor.

No.—This day I will discharge it.——Switzer, thou art honoured this day above all mortals.—Be thou the avenger of my father. (Switzer rises.)

Switzer.

Most honoured Captain! this day thou hast

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