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.]

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