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“ Neighbor Fairweather, you need n't trouble yourself about sending Pink away. It's natural you should like the little creature, seeing he belongs to your son. I'll try to keep Tab in doors, and perhaps after a while they will agree better."
13. “I hope they will,” replied the friendly matron; “we will try them a while longer, and if they persist in quarrelling, I will send the dog into the country.” Pink, who was sleeping in a chair, stretched himself and gaped. His kind mistress patted him on the head.
foolish little beast,” said she, “what 's the use of plaguing poor Tab?"
Well, I do say,” observed Sally, smiling, "you are a master woman for stopping a quarrel.”
Gesler, Tell and Albert, Verner, Sarnem and Soldiers.
Sarnem. Down, slave!
Behold the governor. Down! down! and beg
Gesler. Does he hear? — Thy name?
Tell. My name?
It matters not to keep it from thee now:
My name is Tell.
Ges. Tell ! William Tell?
Tell. The same.
Ges. What! he so famed 'bove all his countrymen
For guiding o'er the stormy lake the boat!
And such a master of his bow, 't is said
His arrows never miss ! — (Aside.) Indeed! - I'll take
Exquisite vengeance !-- Mark! I'll spare thy life,
Thy boy's, too. - Both of you are free, - on one
Tell. Name it.
Ges. I would see you make
A trial of your skill with that same bow
You shoot so well with.
Tell. Name the trial you
Would have me make. (Tell looks on Albert.)
Ges." You look upon your boy,
As though, instinctively, you guessed it.
Upon my boy! - What mean you! Look upon
My boy, as though I guessed it! Guessed the trial
You'd have me make! Guessed it
Instinctively! You do not mean
You would not have me make a trial of
My skill upon my child! Impossible !
I do not guess your meaning.
Ges. I would see
Thee hit an apple at the distance of
A hundred paces.
Tell. Is my boy to hold it?
Tel. No!-I'll send the arrow through the core !
Ges. It is to rest upon his head.
Tell. Great Heaven,
Thou hear'st him!
Ges. Thou dost hear the choice I give -
Such trial of the skill thou 'rt master of,
Or death to both of you, not otherwise
To be escaped.
Tell. O, monster !
Ges. Wilt thou do it?
Alb. He will ! he will !
Tell. Ferocious monster! Make
A father murder his own child!
Ges. Take off
His chains, if he consents.
Tell. With his own hand !
Ges. Does he consent ?
Alb. He does.
(Gesler signs to his officers, who proceed to take off Tell's chains, Tell
all the while unconscious of what they do.)
Tell. With his own hand!
Murder his child with his own hand!
The hand I've led him, when an infant, by!
(His chains fall off.) What's that you
Have done to me? (To the guard.)
Villains ! put on my chains again.
Are free from blood, and have no gust for it,
That they should drink my child's !
Murder my boy for Gesler.
Alb. Father -father!
You will not hit me, father!
Ges. Dost thou consent!
Tell. Give me my bow and quiver.
Ges. For what?
Tell. To shoot my boy!
Alb. No, father, no !
To save me ! - You 'll be sure to hit the apple.
Will you not save me, father?
Tell. Lead me forth,
I'll make the trial !
Alb. Thank you!
Tell. Thank me! - Do
You know for what? - I will not make the trial,
To take him to his mother in my arms,
And lay him down a corse before her!
He dies this moment; and you certainly
Do murder him, whose life you have a chance
To save, and will not use it.
Tell. Well —I'll do it!
I'll make the trial.
Tell. Speak not to me.
Let me not hear thy voice thou must be dumb ;
And so should all things be : - earth should be dumb!
And heaven,- unless its thunders muttered at
The deed, and sent a bolt to stop it! Give me
My bow and quiver!
Ges. That is your ground. — Now shall they measure thence
A hundred paces. Take the distance.
The line a true one ?
Ges.' True or not, what is ’t
Tell. What is 't to me? A little thing,
A very little thing : -a yard or two,
Is nothing here or there were it a wolf
I shot at.
Ges. Be thankful, slave,
Our grace accords thee life on any terms.
Tell. I will be thankful, Gesler! - Villain, stop!
You measure to the sun. (To the attendant.)
Ges. And what of that?
What matter, whether to or from the sun?
Telé. I'd have it at my back. The sun should shine
Upon the mark, and not on him that shoots.
I cannot see to shoot against the sun :
I will not shoot against the sun !
Ges. Give him his way! - Thou hast cause to bless my mercy.
Tell. I shall remember it. I'd like to see
The apple I'm about to shoot at.
Ges. Show me
The basket. — There! (Gives a very small apple.)
Tell. You've picked the smallest one.
Ges. I know I have.
Tell. Oh! do you? — But you see
The color of 't is dark — I'd have it light,
To see it better.
Ges. Take it as it is :
Thy skill will be the greater if thou hitt’st it.
Tell. True — true - I did n't think of that:- I wonder
I did not think of that. — Give me some chance
To save my boy! (Throws away the apple.) I will not murder him,
If I can help it, — for the honor of
The form thou wear'st, if all the heart is gone.
Ges. Well! choose thyself.
(Hands a basket of apples. Tell takes one) Ten. Have I a friend among The lookers on?
Verner. Here, Tell!
Tell. I thank thee, Verner! - Take the boy
And set him, Verner, with his back to me. -
Set him upon his knees ; and place this apple
Upon his head, so that the stem may front me-
Thus, Verner; charge him to keep steady, - tell him
I'll hit the apple! – Verner, do all this
More briefly than I tell it thee.
Ver. Come, Albert ! (Leading him out.)
Alb. May I not speak with him before I go?
Alb. I would only kiss his hand-
Ver. You must not.
Alb. I must !- I cannot go from him without!
Ver. It is his will
Alb. His will, is it?
I am content, then,
Tell. My boy. (Holding out his arms to him.)
Alb. My father! (Running into Tell's arms.)
Tell. If thou canst bear it, should not I!-Go now,
My son - and keep in mind that I can shoot.
Go, boy-be thou but steady, I will hit
The apple. Go:- God bless thee!-Go.
My bow! (Sarnem gives the bow.)
Thou wilt not fail thy master,. wilt thou?- Thou
Hast never failed him yet, old servant. - No,
I'm sure of thee - I know thy honesty ;
Thou 'rt stanch - stanch :-I'd deserve to find thee treacherous,
Could I suspect thee so. Come, I will stake
upon thee! Let me see my quiver. (Retires.) Ges. Give him a single arrow. (To an attendant.)
Tell. Is 't so you pick an arrow, friend? The point, you see, is bent, the feather jagged ; That's all the use 't is fit for. (Breaks it.)
Ges. Let him have Another. (Tell examines it.)
Tell. Why, 't is better than the first,