My bow and quiver!

Ges. When all’s ready.

Tell. Well, lead on!

Scene II

Enter, slowly, people in evident distress. Officers, Sarnem, Gesler, Tell, Albert, and soldiers, one bearing Tell’s bow and quiver, another with a basket of apples.

Ges. That is your ground. Now shall they measure thence

A hundred paces. Take the distance.

Tell. Is the line a true one?

Ges. True or not, what is’t to thee?

Tell. What is’t to me? A little thing,