STAUFFACHER (addresses himself in astonishment to WALTER FURST).
Who is this youth?
MELCHTHAL (grasping him convulsively).
Into his eyes? Speak, speak!
FURST.
Oh, miserable hour!
STAUFFACHER.
Who is it, tell me?
[STAUFFACHER makes a sign to him.
It is his son! All righteous heaven!
MELCHTHAL.
And I
Must be from thence! What! into both his eyes?
FURST.
Be calm, be calm; and bear it like a man!
MELCHTHAL.
And all for me—for my mad wilful folly!
Blind, did you say? Quite blind—and both his eyes?
STAUFFACHER.
Even so. The fountain of his sight's dried up.
He ne'er will see the blessed sunshine more.