Emma. Whence come you` friend'?
Stran. From Altorf.
Emma. Altorf'! Any news from thence'?
Stran. Ay`! News to harrow parents' hearts, and make The barren bless themselves that they are childless!
Emma. May Heaven preserve my boy!
Melch. What say'st thy news?
Stran. Art thou not Melchtal—he whose eyes, 'tis said,
The tyrant has torn out'?
Melch. Yes`, friend', the same.
Stran. Is this thy cottage'?
Melch. No`; 'tis William Tell's.