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HARRAS. This feat of Tell, the archer, will be told While yonder mountains stand upon their base. GESSLER. By heaven! the apple's cleft right through the core. It was a master shot I must allow. ROSSELMANN. The shot was good. But woe to him who drove The man to tempt his God by such a feat! STAUFFACHER. Cheer up, Tell, rise! You've nobly freed yourself, And now may go in quiet to your home.
I set it up That they might learn to bend those stubborn necks They carry far too proudly and I placed What well I knew their eyes could never brook Full in the road, which they perforce must pass, That, when their eyes fell on it, they might call That lord to mind whom they too much forget. HARRAS. But surely, sir, the people have some rights GESSLER. This is no time to settle what they are.
HARRAS: Heavens! this grows serious down, boy, on your knees, And beg the governor to spare your life. Command yourself be calm, I beg of you! Let this suffice you, sir! It is inhuman To trifle with a father's anguish thus. Although this wretched man had forfeited Both life and limb for such a slight offence, Already has he suffered tenfold death.
PFEIFFER OF LUCERNE. KUNZ OF GERSAU. JENNI, Fisherman's Son. SEPPI, Herdsman's Son. GERTRUDE, Stauffacher's Wife. HEDWIG, Wife of Tell, daughter of Furst. BERTHA OF BRUNECK, a rich heiress. ARMGART, | MECHTHILD, | Peasant women. WALTER, | Tell's sons. FRIESSHARDT, | Soldiers. RUDOLPH DER HARRAS, Gessler's master of the horse. JOHANNES PARRICIDA, Duke of Suabia. STUSSI, Overseer.
"Let us bind your eyes, at least," said Rudolph der Harras. "Do you think I fear to see father shoot?" said Walter. "I won't stir an eyelash. Father, show the tyrant how you can shoot. He thinks you're going to miss. Isn't he an old donkey!" "Very well, young man," muttered Gessler, "we'll see who is laughing five minutes from now."
GESSLER. Why do you cross me on the public road? Stand back, I say. ARMGART. My husband lies in prison; My wretched orphans cry for bread. Have pity, Pity, my lord, upon our sore distress! HARRAS. Who are you, woman; and who is your husband?
MANY VOICES. Who did the deed? HARRAS. What! Are the people mad That they make music to a murder? Silence! People continue to flock in. Speak, if thou canst, my lord. Hast thou no charge To intrust me with? What would you have me do? Shall I to Kuessnacht? I can't guess your meaning. Do not give way to this impatience. Leave All thoughts of earth and make your peace with Heaven.
"All right, though it is a pity to ink your fingers, I think, for I can give her the message all the same, if you tell me what it is." "Very well, daddy, tell aunty to bring me a ball of cashmir harras, a yard of pur de laine, or poil-de-chevre " Boltay was frightened at all those foreign words. "It will be better, after all, if you write it down," said he; "I can never learn all that."
"Seize that man!" he shouted. "My lord, bethink you," whispered Rudolph der Harras; "you promised him his life. Tell, fly!" he cried. Tell did not move. "Seize that man and bind him," roared Gessler once more. "If he resists, cut him down." "I shall not resist," said Tell scornfully. "I should have known the folly of trusting to a tyrant to keep his word.
FRIESSHARDT. I cannot. I must to the castle, And tell them that the governor's at hand. STUSSI. If honest men, now, had been in the ship, It had gone down with every soul on board: Some folks are proof 'gainst fire and water both. Where has the huntsman gone with whom I spoke? Enter GESSLER and RUDOLPH DER HARRAS on horseback.
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