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Moor.
(Returning, plunged in a deep reverie.) It is accomplished! O God who rulest all! accept my thanks.—It is accomplished! (In deep meditation.) If this dungeon should be the limit of my course, to which thou hast led me through paths of blood and horror: If for that end thou hast decreed I should become the chief of these foul Murderers: Eternal Providence! I bend me to thy will with awe and reverence—I tremble and adore!—Thus let it be—and here I terminate the work.—His battle o'er, the soldier falls with dignity. Thus let me vanish with the night, and end my course as breaks yon purple dawn!—Bring in my father! (Some of the Robbers go out, and return with the old man.)
O. Moor.
O whither do you lead me? Where is my son?
Moor.
(With dignified composure.) The planet and the grain of sand hath each its place allotted in