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Ver. Nestling as he is, he is the making of a bird Will own no cowering wing.
(Re-enter Albert.) Alb. Now, Verner, look! (Shoots.) There's within An inch! Ver. Oh fy! it wants a hand.
(Exit Verner.) Alb. A hand's An inch for me. I'll hit it yet. Now for it! (While Albert
continues to shoot, Tell enters and watches him some time, in silence.)
Tell. That's scarce a miss that comes so near the mark ! Well aimed, young archer! With what ease he bends The bow! To see those sinews, who'd believe Such strength did lodge in them? That little arm, His mother's palm can span, may help, anon, To pull a sinewy tyrant from his seat, And from their chains a prostrate people lift To liberty. I'd be content to die, Living to see that day! What, Albert !
Tell. You raise the bow
Alb. Not once, yet.
Tell. You're not steady. I perceived You wavered now. Stand firm. Let
limb Be braced as marble, and as motionless. Stand like the sculptor's statue, on the gate Of Altorf, that looks life, yet neither breathes Nor stirs. (Albert shoots.) That's better! See well the mark. Rivet your eye to it! There let it stick, fast as the arrow would, Could you but send it there. (Albert shoots.) You've missed again! How would you fare, Suppose a wolf should cross your path, and you Alone, with but your bow, and only time To fix a single arrow? 'Twould not do To miss the wolf! You said, the other day, Were you a man, you'd not let Gesler live'Twas easy to say that. Suppose you, now, Your life or his depended on that shot! Take care! That's Gesler !-Now for liberty! Right to the tyrant's heart! (Hits the mark.) Well done my boy! Come here. How early were you up ?
Alb. Before the sun.
Tell. Ay, strive with him. He never lies abed When it is time to rise. Be like the sun.
Alb. What you would have me like, I'll be like, As far as will to labor joined can make me.
Tell. Well said, my boy! Knelt you when you got up To-day?
Alb. I did; and do so every day.
Tell. I know you do! And think you, when you kneel, To whom
kneel? Alb. To Him who made me, father. Tell. And in whose name?
Alb. The name of Him who died
Tell. That's right. Remember that, my son:
Alb. I will.
Tell. I'm glad you value what you're taught.
Alb. Content is a good thing.
Tell. A thing, the good
(Exit Albert.) (Tell paces the stage in thought. Re-enter Albert.) Alh. I am ready, father. Tell. (Taking Albert by the hand.) Now mark me, Albert!
Dost thou fear the snow,
it? Dost thou tremble at
Tell. The mountains are to cross, for thou must reach Mount Faigel by the dawn.
Alb. Not sooner shall
Tell. Heaven speeding thee.
Tell. Show me thy staff. Art sure
. Caution is speed when danger's to be passed. Examine well the crevice. Do not trust the snow ! 'Tis well there is a moon to-night. You're sure of the track ?
Alb. Quite sure.
Tell. The buskin of
Alb. I do.
Tell. Thy belt is slack-draw it tight. Erni is in Mount Faigel : take this dagger And give it him; you know its caverns well. In one of them you will find him. Farewell.
(They embrace. Exit Albert.) Eaglet of my heart! When thou wast born, The land was free! Heavens! with what pride I used To walk these hills, and look up to my God, And bless him that it was so. It was free From end to end, from cliff to lake—'twas free! Free as the torrents are that leap our rocks. How happy was it then! I loved Its very storms. I have sat at midnight In my boat, when midway o'er the lake, The stars went out, and down the mountain gorge The wind came roaring. I have sat and eyed The thunder breaking from his cloud, and smiled To see him shake his lightnings o'er my head, And cried in thralldom to the furious wind, Blow on! This is the land of liberty!
SELECTION XXIV. PRINCE ARTHUR-HUBERT-ATTENDANTS -Shakspeare. Hubert. Heat me these irons hot; and look thou stand Within the arras; when I strike my foot, Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth,
And bind the boy, which
shall find with me, Fast to the chair: be heedful: hence, and watch.
First Attendant. I hope your warrant will bear out the deed. Hub. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you: look to it.
(Exeunt Attendants.) Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you.
(Enter Arthur.) Arthur. Good-morrow, Hubert. Hub. Good-morrow, little prince.
Arth. As little prince (having so great a title To be more prince) as may be ;—You are sad.
Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier.
Arth. Mercy on me!
Hub. If I talk to him, with his innocent prate
Hub. His words do take possession of my bosom.-
foolish rheum! (Aside.)
Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect :
with hot irons burn out both mine eyes ?
Arth. Have you the heart ? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had, a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again : And with my hand at midnight held your
sick service had a prince.
eyes, that never did, nor never shall, So much as frown on you ?
Hub. I have sworn to do it;
Arth. - Ah, none but in this iron age would do it:
(Re-enter Attendants, with cord, irons, fc.) Do as I bid you.
Arth. Oh, save me, Hubert, save me! My eyes are out, Even with the fierce looks of the bloody men.
Hub. Give me the iron, I say, and bind him here.
Arth. Alas! what need you be so boisterous-rough: