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THE ROBBERS.
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and never shrunk! Shall I now quake before a woman?—be myself a woman! No, no!——No woman e'er shall move to weakness this man's heart.—I must have blood!—This will wear off! I'll drink of blood—and then I'll brave my fate! (Is going off.)

Amelia.

(Rushes into his arms.) Murderer! fiend! whate'er thou art—angel to me! I will not let thee go!

Moor.

Is this a dream? a frenzy of the brain? or new device of hell, to make its game of me? See how she clings—clings to the murderer's neck!

Amelia.

Ay—fast!—for ever!

Moor.

She loves me!—loves me still.—Then I am spotless as the light!—She loves me.—With all my crimes, she loves me;—an angel weeps on a fiend's neck—a fiend restored to grace.—Here let the serpents of the Furies die—hell sink to nothing—I am happy! (Hiding his face on the bosom of Amelia.)

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