Tell. Yes.
Ges. And hast a family?
Tell. A son.
Ges. A son! Sarnem!
Sar. My lord, the boy.
[Gesler signs to Sarnem to keep silence, and, whispering,
sends him off.]
Tell. The boy! What boy?
Is’t mine?—and have they netted my young fledgling[508]?
Now Heaven support me, if they have! He’ll own me,
And share his father’s ruin! But a look