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THE ROBBERS.

Amelia.

(Disengaging herself from the embrace of the old man, flies into the arms of Charles, and embraces him with transport.) I have him here! O heavens, I have him here!

Moor.

Tear her from my arms!—Kill her!—and him—and me too—and all!—Let nature go to wreck!

Amelia.

My husband! Oh my husband! Transported quite! he is in extasy.—Why am I thus poor in transport? cold, insensible, 'midst this tumultuous joy?

O. Moor.

Come, my children!——Here, Charles, thy hand—and thine, Amelia! A happiness like this I never looked for on this side the grave.—Here let me bless your union—and for ever———

Amelia.

For ever his! For ever! and he mine! O Powers of heaven! abate this torrent of delight! It kills with pleasure!

Moor.

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