William Tell. I must, my boy, because it is late, and I have news for your mother. Good night, my sons.
Boys. Good night, dear father.
[They go out with Lalotte.]
William Tell. Thy father's news is not for young ears.
Annette. There is a sadness in thy voice, and trouble in thy face! Tell me what has happened to thee! Wilt thou not trust me?
William Tell. Yes, my Annette! Thou hast ever been a good wife and faithful friend. Why should I conceal my deeds from thee?
Annette. What hast thou done, my husband?
William Tell. Perhaps thou wilt blame me.
Annette. Nay, for thou art a good man, and whatever thou doest is right in my eyes.
William Tell. Thou knowest how our foreign rulers oppress the good people of Switzerland?