ROSSEL. (speaking as he enters).
These are the awful judgments of the Lord!
PEAS.
What is the matter?
ROSSEL.
In what times we live!
FURST.
Say on, what is't? Ha, Werner, is it you?
What tidings?
PEAS.
What's the matter?
ROSSEL.
Hear and wonder!
STAUFF.
We are released from one great cause of dread.
ROSSEL.
The Emperor is murdered.
FURST.
Gracious Heaven!
[Peasants rise up and throng round Stauffacher.]