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THE ROBBERS.

this scene of things: Thy son hath likewise his.—Be seated there!

O. Moor.

(Breaks out into tears.) Oh, I have no children! None!

Moor.

Peace, peace! Be seated there!

O. Moor.

O cruel in your kindness! You have saved a dying wretch, and dragged him back to life, only to tell him that his children are no more! Shew mercy yet, and bury me again in that dark tower!

Moor.

(Seizes his hand, and raises it with transport to heaven.) Do not blaspheme, old man! Blaspheme not Him, before whose righteous throne I have this day prayed with confidence—To day, the wicked have approached the throne of mercy.

O. Moor.

And have they there been taught to murder?

Moor.

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