ARM. (starts up).
Dead, dead! He reels, he falls! 'Tis in his heart!
HAR. (springs from his horse).
Horror of horrors! Heavenly powers! Sir Knight,
Address yourself for mercy to your God!
You are a dying man.
GESSL.
That shot was Tell's.
[He slides from his horse into the arms of Rudolph der Harras, who lays him down upon the bench. Tell appears above upon the rocks.]
TELL.
Thou know'st the marksman—I, and I alone.
Now are our homesteads free, and innocence
From thee is safe: thou'lt be our curse no more.
[Tell disappears. People rush in.]
STUSSI.
What is the matter? Tell me what has happen'd?
ARM.
The Viceroy's shot,—pierced by a cross-bow bolt!
PEOPLE (running in).
Who has been shot?
[While the foremost of the marriage party are coming on the stage, the hindmost are still upon the heights. The music continues.]