Gessler. I am willing, for well I know you cannot cleave the apple at that distance.
William Tell. Tyrant! I cannot fail now, when my son's life depends upon me. Stand perfectly still, my brave boy, and father will not hurt you. Now I pray for strength—my trusty arrow must not fail me! There! [He shoots.]
Soldier. See, my captain! The apple is split! That was a fine shot!
Gessler. Yes, it was a good shot, and I did not believe anyone could make it. I suppose I must set you free. But why have you that other arrow in your hand?
William Tell. To shoot you with it had I killed my darling boy.
Gessler. Seize him, my men!
William Tell. Never! Come, Albert! This arrow for him who stops me!
Soldiers. He has escaped!