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THE ROBBERS.
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Kozinski

I have been a soldier, and in that station unfortunate:—I embark'd for the Indies;—my vessel went to pieces in a storm;—and all my projects failed:—At last, I heard of the fame of your great exploits,—assassinations, as they term them;—and I have made a journey of forty miles in the firm resolution of offering you my services, if you deign to accept of them.—I intreat you, noble Captain, refuse not my request.

Switzer.

(Leaping with joy.) Huzza boys! Roller again, a thousand times over! A noble fellow for our troop!

Moor.

What is your name?

Kozinski.

Kozinski.

Moor.

What! Kozinski? Let me tell you, you are a light-headed young fellow, and that you are ready to take the most decisive step of life with no more consideration than a thoughtless girl. Here there's no game at bowls, no tennis-play, as you may perhaps imagine.

Kozinski.

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