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THE ROBBERS.
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Amelia.

(Stretching out her hand to him.) Oh most sweet!

(She dies.)

Moor.

(To the band.) And now, my friends! warm-hearted, pitying friends! Did your poor felon-souls look for a deed like this? What was your sacrifice to me? a life stain'd deep with infamy, spotted with crimes—blasted with sin and shame.—I sacrificed to you a spotless angel! (Throws his sword to them with contempt.) Now, felons, we are even! This bleeding corpse cancels my bond for ever.—From yours, I set you free!

The Robbers.

(Crowding to him.) We are your slaves till death!

Moor.

No, no!—All is accomplished! My genius tells me, "Here must be thy bourn:—Thus far could nature go! No further!"——Here, take this bloody plume! (Throws his plume at their feet.) He that will be your Captain now, may take it up!

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