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the outlaw.
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prison by a desperate attempt upon his keeper's life.
He fled, it was supposed, to this wild spot.
2d Moun. A robber, said'st thou?
Mad. Where wert thou bred not to have heard of that famed robber chief? Where are your eyes—your ears? A mountaineer! good faith, I doubt thee much.
2d Moun. I was bred, my pretty Madeline, far from the spot where sparkle thy bright eyes. My ears are here open to list to thy speech; my mouth not too far off to answer thee.
[Attempts to salute her.
Mad. Stand off, my friend; your lips are eloquent, but my rejoinder may apply more strikingly. I doubt no more.
2d. Moun. Stay but a moment, gentle Madeline, I have much to say that may not be said as well on another day.
Mad. Say on.
2d Moun. Hast thou e'er loved? Of all thy friends, hast thou found one to whisper in thine ear how fair thou art?