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Updated: May 28, 2025
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.
TELL. Even the weak are furnished with a sting. STUSSI. 'Tis thought to bode disaster to the country, Some horrid deed against the course of nature. TELL. Why, every day brings forth such fearful deeds; There needs no miracle to tell their coming. STUSSI. Too true! He's blessed who tills his field in peace, And sits untroubled by his own fireside.
STUSSI. See there! how pale he grows! Death's gathering now About his heart; his eyes grow dim and glazed. Look, children, how a tyrant dies! HARRAS. Mad hag! Have you no touch of feeling that you look On horrors such as these without a shudder? Help me take hold. What, will not one assist To pull the torturing arrow from his breast? WOMEN. We touch the man whom God's own hand has struck!
The times are heavy now, And we must snatch at pleasure while we can. Here 'tis a bridal, there a burial. TELL. And oft the one treads close upon the other. STUSSI. So runs the world at present. Everywhere We meet with woe and misery enough. There's been a slide of earth in Glarus, and A whole side of the Glaernisch has fallen in. TELL. Strange! And do even the hills begin to totter?
STUSSI. There goes the bridal party of the steward Of Moerlischachen's cloister. He is rich! And has some ten good pastures on the Alps. He goes to fetch his bride from Imisee, There will be revelry to-night at Kuessnacht. Come with us every honest man's invited. TELL. A gloomy guest fits not a wedding feast. STUSSI. If grief oppress you, dash it from your heart! Bear with your lot.
From my first years of boyhood I have used The bow been practised in the archer's feats; The bull's-eye many a time my shafts have hit, And many a goodly prize have I brought home, Won in the games of skill. This day I'll make My master-shot, and win the highest prize Within the whole circumference of the mountains. TELL gazes at it, leaning on his bow. He is joined by STUSSI, the Ranger.
The streams are flooded by the heavy rains, And all the bridges have been swept away. The viceroy not arrived? STUSSI. And do you seek him? ARMGART. Alas, I do! STUSSI. But why thus place yourself Where you obstruct his passage down the pass? ARMGART. Here he cannot escape me. He must hear me. Make way, make way! My lord, the governor, Is coming down on horseback close behind me.
STUSSI. What is the matter? Tell me what has happened? ARMGART. The governor is shot, killed by an arrow! Who has been shot? The music continues. HARRAS. He's bleeding fast to death. Away, for help pursue the murderer! Unhappy man, is't thus that thou must die? Thou wouldst not heed the warnings that I gave thee! STUSSI. By heaven, his cheek is pale! His life ebbs fast.
The viceroy comes! GESSLER and RUDOLPH DER HARRAS appear upon the heights on horseback. How got ye through the stream When all the bridges have been carried down? FRIESSHARDT. We've battled with the billows; and, my friend, An Alpine torrent's nothing after that. STUSSI. How! Were you out, then, in that dreadful storm? FRIESSHARDT. Ay, that we were! I shall not soon forget it. STUSSI. Stay, speak
'Tis now too late for help, And to pursue the murderer were vain. New duties claim our care. Set on to Kuessnacht, And let us save that fortress for the king! For in an hour like this all ties of order, Fealty, and faith are scattered to the winds. No man's fidelity is to be trusted. ARMGART. Here come the brotherhood of mercy. Room! STUSSI. The victim's slain, and now the ravens stoop.
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