DUBOSC, the great thief, who robs the night-mail from Lyons, and murders the courier.

The Lover whispers his mistress that the coach is ready; and she, full of hope and fear, glides down to fly with him over the borders: the Thief, still more silently, sets-to his picklocks and crowbars, or lurks in wait till the watchmen first snore in their boxes.

Taig: You thief you!