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the outlaw.
When thou an apt resemblance art of some lean dog,
Snarling and fighting over a marrow bone.
2nd Cit. Truce, a truce. Come, let us to the show,
A man is not hung every day.
[Exeunt.

SCENE III.—Market-place.

Duke seated on a temporary throne—Oscar, the supposed Robber petitioning.

Oscar. Your highness, listen but one moment to me:
My name is Oscar;—know ye not Alberto's friend?
'Tis but a week since I have parted from him.
I am an innocent and injured man;
Imprison'd, manacl'd, and led to judgment:
For what offence, most mighty Duke?
Look I so like a robber, that, wand'ring
By a rude and rugged cliff that o'erhung the sea,
I should be seized for that famed robber who so oft