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THE ROBBERS.

Daniel.

I cannot tell, Sir.

Francis.

You cannot tell? You are of the plot!—I'll tread your villain's heart out.—You cannot tell?—The very beggars have conspired against me.—Heaven, earth, and hell, combined against me!

Daniel.

My Lord!

Francis.

Who said I trembled? No—'twas but a dream. The dead are in their graves—Tremble?—No—I am quite at ease.

Daniel.

You are not well, my Lord.—You are quite pale—Your voice is changed,—it faulters.——

Francis.

I am feverish.—I shall let blood to-morrow.

Daniel.

Indeed, Sir, you are ill—very ill.

Francis.

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