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THE ROBBERS.
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Herman.

Thunder of Heaven! Why have you called up that idea?

Francis.

You lost her.—'Twas my brother that was the conjurer there.——

Herman.

He shall pay dearly for it.

Francis.

She dismissed you, I believe,—and he thrust you down stairs.——

Herman.

I shall thrust him down to hell for that.

Francis.

He used to say, 'twas whispered, that your father never could look at you, without smiting his breast, and crying "God-a-mercy on my sins!"

Herman.

(Furiously.) Lightning blast him!—Stop there!

Francis.

He advised you to sell your patent of nobility to mend your stockings.

Herman.

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