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life of a robber better than starving in a dungeon on bread and water?
Moor.
Why did not this soul inhabit the tyger's bosom, that satiates his maw on human flesh!—Was that a father's kinkness!—Love for love!—Would I were a bear of the North, and could arm my ravenous kind against those murderers!—To repent, and not to be forgiven!—Oh! I could poison the ocean, that they might drink death in every source!—I trusted to his compassion—relied on it wholly—and found no pity!
Roller.
Hear me, Moor, hear what I say!
Moor.
It is incredible—all a dream.—So earnest a request, a picture of misery so strong—contrition so sincere!—the most savage beast would have melted to compassion—stones would have wept; and yet—If I should publish it to the world, it would not be believed—'twould be thought a libel on the human species; and yet—Oh! that I could blow the trumpet of rebellion through all nature, and summon heaven, earth, and seas, to war against this savage race!
Grimm.