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THE ROBBERS.

commands! (They lay down their arms.) There! what are you now, but children, and I—am free!—Moor must be free, in order to be great! Now, I would not exchange this triumph for an elysium of love! (He draws his sword.) Poor wretches! your mean souls reach not this height.—Whate'er is great seems frenzy in your eyes.—The spirit of despair outstrips your snail-paced wisdom. On deeds like these we pause not till they are done!——I'll think on this—hereafter!

(He stabs Amelia.)

The Robbers.

(Clapping their hands.) Bravo! most worthy Captain! Thy honour is discharg'd!—Thou Prince of Robbers!

Moor.

Now she is mine! She's mine!—Or that hereafter is but the dream of fools!——I have soil'd my destiny!—In spite of fate, I have brought home my bride:—And with this sword, have seal'd our wedding vows.—Thousands of years shall pass, and seasons roll, e'er the bright sun shall witness such a deed.——(To Amelia with tenderness.) Was it not sweet, my Emily, to die thus by thy bridegroom's hand?

Amelia.

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