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THE ROBBERS.

Spiegelberg.

(Sits down in rage.) Slaves and poltroons!

Moor.

Who put that thought in your head? tell me, sirrah! (Seizing Roller with a rough grasp.) That man's heart of thine never conceived the project! Who put it in your head?—Yes, by the thousand arms of death! that we will—that we shall do! 'Tis a thought worthy of a divinity!—Robbers and assassins—as my soul lives, I will be your Captain!

All.

(With a loud shout.) Long live the Captain!

Spiegelberg.

(Aside.) Till I give him his mittimus!

Moor.

So now!—The scales drop from my eyes! What a fool I was to think of returning to my cage! My soul thirsts for action, my spirit pants for liberty!—Robbers and assassins! with those words I set all laws at defiance!—Man had no humanity when I appealed to humanity! Pity and compassion! here let me throw you off for ever!—I have no

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