LEUTHOLD.
Almighty powers! That was a shot indeed!
It will be talked of to the end of time.
HARRAS.
This feat of Tell, the archer, will be told
While yonder mountains stand upon their base.
[Hands the apple to GESSLER.
GESSLER.
By heaven! the apple's cleft right through the core.
It was a master shot I must allow.
ROSSELMANN.
The shot was good. But woe to him who drove
The man to tempt his God by such a feat!
STAUFFACHER.
Cheer up, Tell, rise! You've nobly freed yourself,
And now may go in quiet to your home.
ROSSELMANN.
Come, to the mother let us bear her son!
GESSLER.
A word, Tell.
[They are about to lead him off.
TELL.
Sir, your pleasure?