Would put him on his guard—yet how to give it!

Now, heart, thy nerve; forget thou art flesh; be rock.

They come—they come!

That step—that step—that little step, so light

Upon the ground, how heavy does it fall

Upon my heart! I feel my child!—

Enter Sarnem with Albert, whose eyes are rivetted on Tell’s
bow, which Sarnem carries.

’Tis he!—We can but perish.

Sar. See!

Albert. What?