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THE ROBBERS.
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father—no affection more! Come, Death and Murder be my masters! and teach me to forget that this heart e'er knew what fondness was! Come to my soul, ye fiends! Now for some horrible exploit.—'Tis resolved, I am your Captain,—and glory to him who most shall murder and destroy—he shall have a king's reward.—Here, stand around in a circle, and swear to be true to me till death!

All.

(Giving him their hands.) Till death! (Spiegelberg walks aside dissatisfied.)

Moor.

And now, by this man's right hand, (Stretching out his hand.) I swear to be your faithful commander—till death! Now, by my soul, I'll make a corpse of him who first shews fear among you! And when I break this oath, be such my fate from you!—Are you agreed?

All.

(Throwing their hats in the air.) We're all agreed——(Spiegelberg grins a malicious smile.)

Moor.

Then let us go! Fear neither danger nor death

G
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