But could I draw the tyrant on that shrinks Bring him to parley. [Ascends the crag. Enter Archers and Spearsmen, followed by GESLER. Ges. Wherefore do you fly? Tell. Wherefore do you pursue me? Said you not You'd give me liberty, if through the storm Through which I brought you as through savage foes, Promised me liberty. I only take Ges. Traitor, 'twas your place To wait my time. Tell. It would have been, had I Believed that time would come. You twice If I'm a prize Worthy to take, why hang you thus behind Your minions? Why not lead the chase yourself? You love? Ges. Transfix the slave with all your darts At once. Tell. Ha. [Takes aim again—they drop their weapons, which they had half raised. Follow me! Keen huntsmen they The game itself must urge. Keep up the chase! [He rushes from the rock. Ges. You keep too close together. Spread yourselves, That some of you may hit him unawares. His quiver full of ducats to the man That brings him down. On, cowards-on, I say! [They go out. SCENE IV.-The outside of Gesler's Castle—the Drawbridge up- the ducal banner of Austria hoisted-the ramparts lined with Archer and Spearsmen. SARNEM, RODOLPH, GERARD, and LUTOLD, on the top of an advanced bastion.-In the front, VERNER, THEODORE, and PIERRE, with Burghers and FURST, with Mountaineers, all armed. Sar. [On the bastion.] What means this hostile show? Speak, burghers, why Before these walls assemble ye in arms? Ver. To drive the spoilers of our country from Sar. Be warn'd in time;-disperse !— Ver. Take warning thou! you Of thee and every soul that with thee bides He lives but for your threat, to show you what's [ALBERT is led forward by the Headsman, with a And heed how he's Attended!--Mind! the gnomon's on the hour: Of those rebellious bands, the headsman does Gesler is at his castle on the lake, Where lies thy countryman, in chains last night Your plans; and, reinforced, is on his way— TELL rushes in, followed by ERNI and Mountaineers. Tell. Villain, 'tis false !—Alive thou ne'er shalt see Thy master more!-An arrow from his bow Hath felt the last throb of the tyrant's heart. Ver. See! William-see! Sar. A single arrow drawn, he dies. Ver. Yes, William, 'tis thy son. I know not how He fell into their power, Tell. I see him not! I see my country, Verner, not my son ! She holds her arms to me-with piteous cries, [TELL shoots, and the Headsman falls—the hour is Tell. My country's free! Save what is shed, we win |