Murder his child with his own hand—this hand!
The hand I’ve led him, when an infant, by!
’Tis beyond horror—’tis most horrible.
Amazement! (His chains fall off.) What’s that you’ve done to me?
Villains! put on my chains again. My hands
Are free from blood, and have no gust for it,
That they should drink my child’s! Here! here! I’ll not
Murder my boy for Gesler.
Alb. Father—father!
You will not hit me, father!