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THE ROBBERS.

O. Moor.

O God!——My children!—Oh! (He dies.)

(Amelia remains motionless as a statue.—The band preserve a dreadful silence.)

Moor.

(Running to dash his head against an oak, stops suddenly.) The spirits of those I murdered in their sleep—or in the bed of love!—Hark! yon dreadful explosion, which crush'd to death the mother and her infant!—The flames, which lick'd the cradles of the babes!—Ay, that's the nuptial torch—and these the wedding songs!—— Oh! He has not forgotten.—He knows to crave his debt.—Then, Love, be gone for ever.—Here is my doom—and this my just award!—'Tis retribution.

Amelia.

(Who recovers, as if from a thunder-stroke.) Father of heaven! 'tis true!—He has said it!—It is true.—But what have I done?—I, an innocent lamb!—I have loved this Man!

Moor.

'Tis more than man can bear! I have heard the yell of death poured from a thousand mouths,

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