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THE ROBBERS.
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a pause ensues.) His mother was mine too! (To Kozinski and Switzer.) Be judges! (In great emotion he breaks his poniard, and retires to a side.)

Switzer.

(After a pause.) Stand I not here like some poor dunce at school, bewildered and amazed,—my faculties locked up.—What, not a new invention to be found of torment.—While life is lavish in variety of pleasures, is death so niggardly in choice of tortures? (Striking the ground impatiently.) Speak thou, for I have lost all faculty of invention.

Kozinski.

Think on his gray hairs:—Cast your eyes on that dungeon:—Let these suggest! Should I, a scholar, thus instruct his master?

Switzer.

Accustomed as I am to scenes of horror, I'm poor in such invention.—Was not this dungeon the chief scene of his atrocious crimes?—Sit we not now in judgement before this dungeon? Down with him into the vault! There let him rot alive!

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