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THE ROBBERS.
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Enter Amelia, with her hair dishevelled. All the band follow, and range themselves in the back ground of the scene.
Amelia.
They say the dead have arisen at his voice—that my uncle is alive—saved from that tower!—My Charles, where are you? Where is my uncle?
Moor.
(Starting back.) Oh! what a picture for an eye like mine!
O. Moor.
(Rises trembling.) Amelia! my dear niece!
Amelia.
(Throwing herself into the old man's arms.) My father, O once more,—my Charles!—my all!
O. Moor.
My Charles alive!—and I!—and all! My Charles alive!
Moor.
(With fury, to the band.) Let us be gone, my friends! The arch-fiend has betrayed me!
Amelia.