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And I will thank you—I will—Bear with me: Surely 'tis a kind world I have return'd to; There's sympathy and love in ev'ry heart.

Where is the pardon? let me have it friend, We charge thee upon our authority to set the (Reading the rest low to himself.) What! call ye this a pardon which acquits The prisoner as guiltless of the crime? May God be praised! how has all this been?

Count Zaterloo, who on his death-bed lies, In deep remorse, a paper of confession, Attested by a priest and his own mother, Caus'd to be drawn, which to the governor I've brought, I wot, as quickly as I might, Tho' (pointing to Hardibrand) this good gentleman—

O no! O no! thou'rt a brave fellow now, And as I've said I'll make a rich man of thee. But I'm bewilder'd still: how hath it been That he is sav'd, seeing no pardon reach'd him?