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