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THE ROBBERS.

The Robbers.

(Applauding tumultuously.) Down with him! Down with him! (They go to lay hold of him.)

Francis.

(Springing into the arms of his brother.) Save me from the claws of these murderers! Save me, brother!

Moor.

Thou hast made me chief of these murderers. (Francis starts back with terror.) Wilt thou entreat me now?

The Robbers.

(Still more tumultuous.) Down with him! Down with him!

Moor.

(With a dignified expression of grief.) Son of my father! Thou hast robbed me of Heaven's bliss—Be that sin blotted out! Perdition is thy lot!—I do forgive thee, brother! (He embraces him, and goes out, while the Robbers put Francis down into the dungeon, laughing in a savage manner.)

Moor.

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