TELL.
The very meekest cannot be at peace
If his ill neighbour will not let him rest.
[Tell looks frequently with restless expectation towards the top of the pass.]
STUSSI.
So fare you well! You're waiting some one here?
TELL.
I am.
STUSSI.
God speed you safely to your home!
You are from Uri, are you not? His grace
The Governor's expected thence to-day.
TRAVELLER (entering).
Look not to see the Governor to-day.
The streams are flooded by the heavy rains,
And all the bridges have been swept away.
[Tell rises.]
ARM. (coming forward).
Gessler not coming?
STUSSI.
Want you aught with him?
ARM.
Alas, I do!