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THE ROBBERS.
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The Robbers.

(Levelling their muskets, and taking aim at both.) We shall dare!

Moor.

(With a contemptuous smile.) Poor, impotent, and weak! (He places Amelia, who is almost insensible, on a stone.) Look up, my bride! No priest shall bless our union—no hallowed prayer be said!—I know what's better. (Takes the handkerchief from Amelia's neck, and discovers her bosom.) Gaze on this beauteous sight! if ye be men! Felons! have ye hearts of stone?—Behold me here! I'm young—I've felt the power of love! I was beloved! betroth'd!——I had reached the gate of paradise! (In a tone of tender supplication.) and shall my brothers force me thence? (The Robbers smile.)—It is enough! (With firmness.) Thus far has Nature spoke!—Now the Man's part begins!——I am a murderer, like you!—a robber, and incendiary!—I am——(advancing to the band with an air of inexpressible majesty)—your Captain!—and will you thus, ye felons! sword in hand, thus treat, thus parley with your Captain? Down with your arms! it is your master who

commands!

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