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THE ROBBERS.
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Amelia.

I scorn you, wretch. Begone!

Francis.

What! (Stamping with fury on the ground.) Thou shalt quake for this.—To be sacrificed to an outcast! (Goes off in a frenzy of passion.)

Amelia.

Go, mean and infamous wretch!—Now am once more with Charles!—Outcast, did he say? the world is then unhinged:—Outcasts are kings, and kings are outcasts! I would not change the rags which that poor outcast wears for the imperial purple! What must be that look with which he begs his bread! An eye of majesty itself,—a look that dazzles into nought the splendour of the proud, the pageant triumphs of the rich and great. (She tears the jewels from her neck.) To the dust with you, ye useless ornaments:—Go load the unfeeling head of vanity.—Ye rich, ye proud, be that wealth ye glory in your curse! be your pleasures your poison!—Charles, Charles, now I am worthy thee!

(Exit.

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