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THE ROBBERS.
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Grimm.

Do you hear, Moor! This frenzy makes him deaf!

Moor.

Begone! fly.——Is not your name Man? Was not you born of woman? Out of my sight, with that human face!—I loved him with such unutterable affection.—No son ever loved a father so! I would have sacrificed a thousand lives for him. (Stamping with fury.) Ha! where is he that will put a sword in my hand, to extinguish with one mortal blow this viperous race!—that will teach me where to strike, that I might destroy the germ of existence!—Oh! he were my friend, my angel, my god!—I would fall down and worship him!

Roller.

We will be such friends—let us but speak to you.

Grimm.

Come with us to the forests of Bohemia—we'll form a troop of robbers—and then—(Moor stares at him.)——

Switzer.

Thou shalt be our Captain!—Thou must be our Captain!

Spiegelberg.

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