The King's College Magazine (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1842. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... my only prayer Look my hand trembles. I have not the heart to strike. I shrink from the glittering blade--to thee it is so easy, so easy--thou art a master in murder. Draw thy sword, and I am happy R. Moor. Wilt thou alone be happy? Go: I kill no women Amel. Ha, destroyer Thou canst only kill the happy thou passest by those who are weary of life (Kneels to the Robbers, ) Have mercy upon me, ye scholars of the devil There is a bloodthirsty pity in your look, that is a comfort to the wretched. Your master is a vain, cowardly braggart. R. Moor. Woman, what sayest thou? The Robbers turn away. Amel. No friend? among all these, not one friend? (Rises, ) Then, Dido, teach me to die Going. A Robber takes aim. R. Moor. Hold dare it --Moor's beloved shall die only by Moor He kills her. Robbers. Captain, captain what hast thou done? Art thou mad? R. Moor, (gazing on the body.) It is done This pang yet, and then it will all be over. Now, look Have ye yet more to demand? Ye sacrificed for me a life--a life that was already no more yours--a life full of horror and shame;--I have for ye slain an angel. Look well here Are ye now at peace? Grimm. Thou hast paid thy debt with interest: thou hast done what no man would do for his honour. R. Moor. Sayest thou that? Is it not true, --the life of a holy one for the life of a villain, is an unfair exchange? Oh I tell ye, if every one among ye went to the scaffold, and tore one another's flesh with burning irons; that the martyrdom lasted seven summer's days, --it would not balance these tears. (With bitter laughter.) The scars the Bohemian forests Yes, yes this must truly be paid. Schwarz. Be still, captain Come with us: this sight is not for thee. Lead us on. R. Moor. Stay Yet a word before we go. Mark, ye malicious...