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THE ROBBERS.

Herman.

Hell consume him! I'll tear his eyes out with these nails.——

Francis.

What! you are exasperated at him.—Poor Herman! What signifies your malice? What harm can you do to him? What can a rat do to a lion?—Your rage but makes his triumph the sweeter:—You have nothing for it but to grind your teeth in silence,—to spend your fury in gnawing at a dry crust.

Herman.

(Stamping with his feet.) I'll crush him,—trample him beneath my feet!

Francis.

(Clapping him on the shoulder.) Fy, Herman! You are a gentleman.—This affront must not be put up with.—You would not renounce the lady? No, not for the world.—Fire and fury! I would move heaven and earth if I were in your place!

Herman.

I will not rest till I have him under my feet.

Francis.

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