Keep Uri, will you, with this paltry place!
1ST W.
How many molehills such as that must first
Be piled up each on each, ere you make
A mountain equal to the least in Uri?
[TASKMASTER retires up the stage.]
MAS. M.
I'll drown the mallet in the deepest lake,
That served my hand on this accursed pile.
[Enter TELL and STAUFFACHER.]
STAUFF.
O, that I had not lived to see this sight!