The Robbers

SCENE VIII.

          R. MOOR, SCRWETTZER, and KOSINSKY.

   R. MOOR. Give me thy right hand, Kosinsky—Schweitzer thy left.
   (He takes their hands, and stands between, them; to KOSINSKY,)
   Young man, thou art still pure-amongst the guilty thou alone art
   guiltless! (To SCHWEITZER.) Deeply have I imbrued thy hand in
   blood. 'Tis I who have done this. With this cordial grasp I take
   back mine own. Schweitzer! thou art purified! (He raises their
   hands fervently to heaven.) Father in heaven! here I restore them
   to thee. They will be more devoted to thy service than those who
   never fell. Of that I feel assured. (SCHWEITZER and KOSINSKY fall
   on his neck with fervor.) Not now—not now, dear comrades. Spare
   my feelings in this trying hour. An earldom has this day fallen to
   my lot—a rich domain on which no malediction rests. Share it
   between you, my children; become good citizens; and if for ten
   human beings that I have destroyed you make but one happy, my soul
   may yet be saved. Go—no farewell! In another world we may meet
   again—or perhaps no more. Away! away! ere my fortitude desert me.
               [Exeunt both, with downcast countenances.]