Ver. It is his will you should.
Alb. His will, is it?
I am content, then—come.
Tell. My boy! (Holding out his arms to him.)
Alb. My father! (Rushing into Tell’s arms.)
Tell. If thou canst bear it, should not I? Go, now,
My son—and keep in mind that I can shoot—
Go, boy—be thou but steady, I will hit
The apple. Go! God bless thee—go. My bow!— (The bow is handed to him.)
Thou wilt not fail thy master, wilt thou? Thou