TELL.
I want my right hand, when I want my bow.
[The boys return.]
WALT.
Where, father, are you going?
TELL.
To grand-dad, boy—
To Altdorf. Will you go?
WALT.
Ay, that I will!
HEDW.
The Viceroy's there just now. Go not to Altdorf!
TELL.
He leaves to-day.
HEDW.
Then let him first be gone,
Cross not his path.—You know he bears us grudge.
TELL.
His ill-will cannot greatly injure me.
I do what's right, and care for no man's hate.
HEDW.
'Tis those who do what's right, whom most he hates.